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.
Holy shit. The Man With The Iron Fists -- the long-gestating collaboration between Quentin Tarantino, Boston-based Bear Jew Eli Roth, and RZA -- had its first red-band trailer released the other day, and it sure as fuck looks like the logical endpoint for all things WU TANG CLAN. Watch the eye-popping (I am certaintly not the first person to make that joke) teaser below, once you've fully digested the image up top.
no such thing as seriously awesome news in hip-hop anymore.
Everything has more or less been done. Twice. If Tupac returned from
Hawaii to cut a track with Sam Adams about how much he loves the FCC,
I might find it blog-worthy. But if there's a marathon of some Angie
Harmon show or another on TNT, then forget about it.
[While the rest of the staff is busy duncecapping-and-kazooing its way through the usual July 4 activities, Phoenix rap critic Chris Faraone has left the country and is doing lots of drugs. We rejoin him at Montreal's Jazz Fest, already in progress.]
GZA's Liquid Swords: drunk, or just human?