has always been the dirty little mistress of the music industry.
Record execs bankroll MCs and reap all of carnal benefits, but labels
have historically treated rap like a disposable commodity that would
soon be forgotten. As a result, even iconic hip-hop albums have
lacked the slick photography and packaging that accompanied memorable
rock and pop projects.
Wu-Tang, while always good for an unexpected turn or two, did something absolutely unprecedented at their Boston show last week: they showed up on time. In fact, the show ended at least an hour before they usually go on.
Despite the early onset, Meth, Ghost, and every other living member besides RZA brought much ruckus, pain, and so forth.
If I tried to write about every one of the 30-or-so rappers set to collectively slap Unity Fest at The Paradise next Thursday, I wouldn’t have time to fuck around on Facebook and Twitter all day. It would also be a waste of time considering how much I’ve already written about so many of the marquee artists.