Damn it all. Too cold for this. Temperatures of drums need to crack the cones, make the dust caps dance to keep warm and keep the spiders crawling with lyric coiling. But it’s wobbly legs this SOBs show standing on when the flyer says Sound of NY. Most of the bill could be raw in hoping–that’s what the development of the beat and the rhyme mean. But I fucked up and YouTubed some and I’m here and DJ Oso is rooted in the #DarkAges and now I’m listening to the songs that stitch the veil of the #InvisibleRenaissance.
Beats bang, they boom and some of the rappers even put some words on the shit. But I’d embarrass more than your Momma with these bars, the bars that consistently failed to imprison El Chapo. All these young brothers around me are dressed tight or lit with overly over-stitched and strategically torn jeans. Wavy patterns, tooned animal mouths in the wrong places, every NBAer playing on they slow moving feets. Feats of excellence I don’t expect cause I’m no fool and I’m no fucking liar. This isn’t really Hip Hop anymore but the breeding grounds of the next litty. I’m the older God that can no longer dream of putting anyone on the page. A quarter century with this ole pencil, lead with no more Glengarry leads, I want to work here tonight to see how my culture is just a youth culture, not a rebel arts and definitely not a counter-culture. I could figure some of that out tonight cause I sure as hell can’t figure how they take them jeans saranned on they skin to plastic rap the visuals. Are some of the stories of the young Black Male even here in talented tenth, Henny Dubois?
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Leading it all off was a somber,slightly lackadaisical yet talented Reggae riddim man toasting his way through. Articulate [sic] had a nice bass groove but really got to show little with only 2 cuts. Young Eli started with some balladeering, a bastard child of New Edition with R&B rap. This the role reversal where young brothers metro metoo the angst of being abusive by domineering females. If I took my five year old to the studio and made songs about My Little Pony story lines we’d beat the barrage of brothers he brought on stage to go funning. And yet Young Eli had a charisma I wish the times could A&R better.
A wait and a trap flash later, Johnnie Floss, named like a modern pop Doo Wop singer, came with rhyming. Reppin BK, he really worked in commentary that crowded the bar but shit! I was happy to hear a young brother say he was in a New York state of mind. ”Shut it Down,” a tough hiccuped snare banger Floss showed his clarity on the mic. Still, he had to floss over After 7 and then repair the non-doing with a more anthemic bumper.
Dot Cruze, producer/artist out of Flatbush was next. A nice acoustic guitar slopped with a snare muffled bass drum introduce him. And he just rapped in the expecting rolling and inflection. But with some skill and nice vocal power.
ATM Bake was a fucking character the minute he came on, the grandson of Crazy Sam maybe? Trapped in the bounce trap he boasted and boasted. That’s all MCs—no, rappers—now cipher! They call themselves artists that I hear as art-eeests. A gruff vocalizing, it gyrated the kids as they held their lusted ones. The crowd loved him. His energy or the music? They don’t care.
Gav Sinatra came off rapping on a cryptic bumper where he lost the pocket just when I was feeling him. Still, he fell in it as he progressed and with one song was the best MC so far by miles of concrete.
Pause for intermission! I haven’t seen a fucking Timberland yet! I came in, #SkillastratorLO, Polo to the gold duck boots with Ralph’s phillie riding through. That’s the closest we got in a NY Sound show! Fucking 2019. Anyway, Gav, a young Medina spitter, went acapella with punchlines that ooo’d the crowd. I’ll search for Timbs later.
AK Myerz just got on and all I can hear is my aged wine build in my hed. The yutes can’t get over trap horror movie score crescendos with matching crescendo hook bars.
DNA3 R&Bed the trap, a better place for these sounds. They turned the trap monotone into a groove. Two brothers and a sweet humming toned sister with the most gorgeous afro-mohawk you’ll ever see. The Jersey hostess was right. Jersey repped hardest cause they were the most uniquely skilled and talented.
Random thought, how many young brothers inside the veil of the #InvisibleRenaissance did the Lox father?
Bucc Bucc, good voice for the bravado. He double timed some moments and he got rougher. Medina still produce those young Medina niggas that floss violence.
But Figi Shots & Ocho Arky settled the children back into the trap. More bouncing than Trump’s lie detector’s wave. They rhymed about diamonds dripping and I really would bet the producer’s pig farm they were still on the island of Zirconia.
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Gif the Great from the BX double timed his intro and then we, we, we got more trap. The sound of NY?! Nor Yonder?! Gif has great skill but all over snare coffins where he literally couldn’t show all the skill you could tell he had.
Then Cortez, an over achiever, was actually leading off rhyming about hell. All this trap and only Gif and Cortez had both skill and more than 3 ideas of content. But they both pop trapped and I just couldn’t get with Cortez’ rationale of innovating in fast forward when all that I heard was present bubble clap.
As Misfit switched from battle bars to that damned bubble clap, I realized that this era is making hardcore music out of dance music, hardcore club thumpers. And then Misfit went full trans and I couldnt tell if she was looking for dick or pussy on this bassier dance beat they call Hip Hop now. I then wanted to charge Bill Collector for the fucking motivation music that had him skipping all over the stage like there were dandelions on stage. The same stage I once saw KRS-One destroy now had kids punk prancing, cunt chanting and thug lullabying .
Is it time to go yet?! It had to better to stream and bully buffer these waves with the comforts of log off powers.
So, DChamberz, who earlier summoned the crowd to show love, came to share some actual Hop, enough to Hip my legs up. His first track transitioned through two breaks, one a staple. But he Sky Banks then came worry the bubble clap and pussy pop. Her plasticky yellow skin dress revived me in a non-musical way. Throw K Goddess in there and a little masturbation melodies were in tow. But its past midnight so we need that to stay awake. Woke? Both?
DChamberz kept flooding the stage with Coney Island and all of Brooklyn left in the house. Homiciding, catching and collecting bodies he stormed through tough. Beats and rhymes is always the core of the livest shit. In this show of newcomers rhyming already rich, Boom Bap, albeit a #DarkAges tinted version with just Boom, light bap and a basic murder bars was good enough for my dehydrated ears.
But then Fuck Ya Life, the Gorilla, the mayor of Coney Island took his turn to save me. Bars were finally in SOBs.
Brooklyn Hanz slow flowed on a drifting snare and bass groove with a powerful gruff baritone. Haddy Rocks,the one up and comer I knew had potential did just that and I called it a night. The build day had already become born. Hip Hop has abnormal amounts of allowed filler today with it’s own bubble clap and trap bap subgenres. These formatted blueprints to bleed away the best ideas of the young into the same limited content of riches via violence with celebration as motivation for continuing the cycle. This Hip Hop today is a mere hipper version of capitalism power ballads. I’m alone in these thoughts for it’s heinous to me and I don’t know if I’ll knowledge mass amounts of great music burgeoning as I did the beginning of my published words a quarter century ago. When everyone was supposed to create Hip Hop, for the peoples’ revolution or at least rebellion, and I started creating my own element, these barrage builds picassoing on the works I saw and heard. For now, the sound of New York is not ours if you take heed to this long bill. And those who truly have it are in their primes already.
The organization of these principles around a counterculture, an expressive arts of creation that uplifts the ideas and thoughts of an oppressed people, is why I’m an honored builder amongst legends, knighted by heroes of Medina (Rakim Supreme Shabazz Allah/Rudy Lo, Thirstin Howl the 3rd, Bonz Malone) to further create in my element as a Hip Hop Writer (creative author/principled journalist/honoring historian) of #ArtOnArt & #ScienceOnMusic. So the world may find love that locks in with the action of loyalty though they may never find another writer with my kind of grammar…
Living and sharing the pillars of:
Peace, Sunez Allah