November 27, 2017

Reader Review: Das EFX - Hold It Down (September 26, 1995)

(Today I'm running a Reader Review from frequent contributor shoe-in, who is in the midst of a Hit Squad appreciation project over on his own site, Boom Bap Reviews. I've sat on this submission about Das EFX's third album, Hold It Down, for probably three years now, but he was kind enough to update some of it for today's audience. Enjoy.)

November 8, 2017

My Gut Reaction: The Game - The Documentary 2.5 (October 16, 2015)

I may never complete the tenuous project that I've tied this blog into (at least not without laying down some parameters that will undoubtedly piss both of you off), but when it comes to finishing something that I've started, I can at least do that with The Game's The Documentary 2. You see, Jayceon Taylor recorded so many tracks for what was ostensibly a project celebrating the ten-year anniversary of his major label debut that he opted to compile a double album, and then ridiculously chose to release each disc as its own separate entity. That's how we ended up with the subject of today's post, The Documentary 2.5, released exactly one week after its partner.

Click through to read more about what Game now refers to as his seventh solo album, and as always, purchasing anything by clicking the prevalent Amazon links helps support the site and keeps it going a little bit longer. Christmas is coming up very soon, and you know you'll be buying shit off of Amazon, so why not click through HHID first? I'm just saying.

November 3, 2017

My Gut Reaction: The Game - The Documentary 2 (October 9, 2015)

Before the hiatus that ended up getting away from me (and threatens to continue doing so, if I'm being real), I received the most requests to write about The Game, who had just released The Documentary 2 in an effort to celebrate the ten-year anniversary of his major label debut, The Documentary. And I mean by far: the sheer volume of requests for an artist I figured most of you two didn't really follow anymore was deafening, and I'm still not convinced that as many people will actually comment about the project now that a review exists. But I present this lost write-up as evidence that I was, in fact, working on a review for The Documentary 2, so I wasn't lying when I told you that two years ago, and what follows represents how far I got into it.

I believe I was trying to write about both that album and its immediate follow-up, or sequel, or second half, depending on what school of thought you attend, The Documentary 2.5, all within the same post, as I sometimes do, but I only managed to get about five songs into that one before the world started burning, so for obvious reasons, there's going to be a delay on The Documentary 2.5. But there is at least this, so enjoy!

Oh, and as always, I need to see comments, likes, mentions, retweets, whatever in order to gauge further interest in the site, and purchasing The Documentary 2, or literally anything else, by clicking through the Amazon links will help keep the blog sustainable. I hate that I have to write that now, as it should be obvious, but you two want this to continue, right?

What follows is my virtually untouched writing from 2015, save for some editorial changes.

October 27, 2017

Eric B. & Rakim - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em (May 22, 1990)

I haven't actually listened to any full albums with the intent of writing reviews for quite a while now. Sorry. But before my unintentional hiatus (which I'm trying to break, but it's hard to find the time, you know?), I tried to bank some posts with no underlying theme. There aren't many of these lying around on my end, but I found one, made some edits, and present it for your bathroom reading and/or killing-time-at-the-office perusal.

As an aside, the response this post receives will help me determine whether it's worth attempting to keep the site afloat, or if I should scrap the whole fucking thing and come up with another creative outlet, so hint, hint.

Eric B. and Rakim's Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em it is, then.

September 29, 2017

Reader Review: Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (Unreleased Version) (1999)

(So Taylor provided this Reader Review of the original version of Mobb Deep's Murda Muzik shortly after my Prodigy post, but I've been lazy about posting it. Which is still on brand for me, so huzzah! I'm consistent! Anyway, read on, and leave your thoughts for Taylor below. And as always, the italicized thoughts in parentheses are mine.)

September 19, 2017

Max Continues to Avoid Album Reviews by Commenting On Selections From Billboard's Hot 100 Chart (Week Ending September 23, 2017)

As I continue to dance around the idea of sitting down with an album and writing about it objectively, track-by-track, as most of you two have been waiting for going on nearly two years now, instead I present my thoughts on selections from this week's Billboard Hot 100 music chart, which is supposed to provide readers with an idea of what pop radio sounds like these days, but, as usual, fails miserably, thanks to Billboard's own ridiculous metrics, which incorporate sales, radio airplay, streams, how often a given track is used as a meme, flavor, thread count, blood alcohol content, and/or how much Taylor Swift factors into the creation of said track, in order to determine its placement in its popularity contest disguised as a chart of measurement.

Enjoy! Because I definitely did not.

September 12, 2017

Max's Book Club #1: Once Upon a Time In Shaolin

Although I apparently can't be bothered to find time to write about hip hop albums (will another review of mine ever grace this site? Who knows? But yeah, probably, and sooner than you or I would think *wink*), I have found myself reading more, which is nice. And with the response in the comments of my last post, in which I celebrated the late Prodigy by inviting readers to give their thoughts about his first book, My Infamous Life: The Autobiography of Mobb Deep's Prodigy, I figured that (a) there is still an audience for this blog, thank you very much for sticking around after over a year of no updates,and (b) some of you may also be interested in a hip hop book club of sorts. Hence today's post, which focuses on Cyrus Bozorgmehr's firsthand account of the recording, marketing, and sale of the failed Cilvaringz solo Wu-Tang Clan album Once Upon a Time In Shaolin.

As the asshole that ultimately purchased the only copy of the album, pharma-bro Martin Shkreli, is again a part of news cycles today, thanks to his recent fraud conviction and his current attempt to sell Once Upon a Time in Shaolin on eBay, I thought this would be a good time to pick the ear of your two and find out what everyone thinks of Cilvaringz, the RZA, Shkreli, and the entire project itself, which attempted to create an art-world analogue for music, and may or may not have succeeded, depending on how angry you are about the existence of a Wu-Tang Clan project that you may never get to hear. Although if this post convinces some humanitarian to purchase and/or steal the album from that dick Shkreli and unleash it onto the general public, thereby negating Cilvaringz' pretentious-as-fuck goal of assigning artificial significance to an album of his that would have never seen itself on any label's release schedule otherwise, well, I wouldn't be upset, is what I'm saying. And yes, I realize that you may have inferred how I feel about this entire endeavor with my last sentence, but the hell with it, you know I'm right.

I found some aspects of the book fascinating, especially Bozorgmehr's attempts to justify Cilvaringz's actions and the underlying subtext of The RZA, the de facto head of the Wu, in case you forgot, kind of entertaining Cilva's whims (as though there were no other members of the Clan that wanted to run ideas by him, which was fucking weird) by the mere fact that he was too fucking busy to take charge, allowing Once Upon a Time In Shaolin to happen almost through inaction on his own part at first. And then he segues into stories about hanging out with the RZA in a Buddhist temple while listening to Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) for the first time, because despite actually appearing on the fabled album (in a skit, but still), he never bothered to listen to it, and never actually wanted to, because he isn't a fan of hip hop. There's also some stuff about Cher and her guest appearance, which never personally interested me but I guess is a big deal, and there's an awful lot of ink wasted on trying to make Shkreli come across as a decent human being who was merely playing the "role" of "a complete fucking dick". But whatever.

I'd love to know what the rest of you two think of the book (so you may want to read it first), or even the album itself, since, as far as I can remember, I've never opened up any sort of forum for Wu stans to talk about how upset this move made them. Leave your thoughts in the comments below, and we'll chat. And if this works out, maybe we can keep the book club running...

EDIT: ADDED 9.15.17
I wrote my above comment about this being a failed Cilvaringz solo as a passive-aggressive dig, but as it turns out there's a chance that, as with everything else, I'm right. And so the saga continues. 

EDIT #2: ADDED 9.21.17
This story will never end, apparently, as Wu-Tang "affiliate" (I use that term loosely, as most of you two will have never heard of him even though he's actually been featured on this very site) M-Eighty throws a monkeywrench into the machinery, adding a layer of doubt on Shkreli's "sale" of the album. But at least M-Eighty wants to release the album to the masses, so maybe we'll be able to finally listen to it and then dismiss it entirely, as it will be just a Cilvaringz album with maybe a handful of good performances (mark my words).


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