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Thursday, December 30, 2004 letting the tumbleweeds pass Ain't seen many people 'round these parts lately. Prolly due to the lack of updates. Slang has the propensity to keep you busy. I've been sleeping better. I can hardly focus right now, but I wanted to get something up here. Perhaps giving your life some order is a cure for insomnia. So is South San Gabriel. Lov'em. I'm going to update this more. Here, I have no fear of appearing monosylabic compared to a slew of english majors. I can rest calmly knowing I appear that way all by my lonesome, with no outside encouragement. 
Aesop Rock has a new ep coming out next year. Needless to say, I'm psyched. Ian Mathias Bavitz raps like some hip-hop Pollock, splattering the canvas with words, paying no mind to direct correlation, focusing his attention on cadence and aural-aesthetics. "Jaberwocky superfly" don't mean shit, but I eat it up. When he takes full advantage of his immense vocabulary, no frame and canvas can bear the weight, so he'll spit on any bare city wall he can find, leaving murals for the kiddies to soak up and DPW to wash away. If he ever decides to devote more attention to story telling, the New York Public Library will have to open up a wing to hold this Aesop's musings. posted by ezruh sellof at 1:58 AM 1 comments |
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dude, i have the promo already and this shit is a burner. it was hard to get into and the beats are very bazooka tooth (except more bass), but i like it, maybe enough to cop.
standouts include 'food, clothes, medicine', which starts with a soundbite of, i guess, him fucking some girl and the beat is like distorted guitar panning about and huge bass kicks, it's pretty awesome and 'holy smokes' which is a total visionary beat with it's left-panned xylophone and fucking INSANE offbeat snares and random cartoon vocal samples. the song is about his growth regarding religion, he drops the lines "christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy" and 'when i was a saint, i'd leave paint with snakes and bullies/ "and if only you memorized your prayers like you did your Kool G!"'
you might like it.
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