(1st round match-up 24 of 27)
Let this slip to the wayside for a week or so because, well,
been doing shit (new job) which infringes upon discretionary fuck-off time. Oh
well. Cockroaches like me have a light shown on them, and we freeze or scurry
for a minute to avoid the stomping foot, and eventually fairly quickly we adapt
and find a new place to be discreet as fuck, all day every day. You can’t stop
cockroach people.
Future – DS2
(released July 17, 2015; #19 on 2015 Pitchfork Albums of the
Year list)
Though I acquired a better appreciation for Future through
this project, I also still hate him, because his image is one of pretending to
do drugs. What’s the point of that? At this later stage in my life, due to physical
inability to be indestructible, I no longer personally endorse drugs. But I do
not unendorsed them either, for the right types of humans. But to pretend to do
drugs, to become a marketable musician? That shit’s weird. It’s like corporate
snitching, to be honest, so I can’t fuck with it. If you’re gonna make half
your songs about drugs, you better be doing drugs galore, not just making cool
sounds like you’re mixing up codeine in Sprite in the beginning for effect.
I also find all this shit an abomination against DJ Screw,
which for whatever reason I take personally, probably because I feel like Screw
was more of a savant genius than anybody has ever given him credit for. So much
shit going on in music now he created, almost accidentally, like all great
artists. So somebody pretending to be on codeine to make half shitty music with
a corporate emblem emblazoned upon it, I don’t know, that shit bothers me,
although it’s a symptom of capitalism itself, not really Future. (It also
should be noted that capitalism has no future.) TWO STARS (**) because I am
sitting outside right now so I feel extra positive.
Dr. Dre – Compton: A Soundtrack
(released August 7, 2015; #32 on 2015 Pitchfork Albums of
the Year list)
It is funny Dre called this “A Soundtrack” because at this
point in his career (outsourcing, i.e. stealing beats from undiscovered
producers; utilizing studio tricks only he has ever learned) all Dre makes are
soundtrack albums. Literally every album that he has heavy fingerprints all
over sounds like a soundtrack made for a movie nobody ever bothered to actually
make, or else you get it in one of those “50 Action Movies” packs at the box
store.
This Compton soundtrack is not all that wonderful because it
bounces all over the place, which I guess is what producer albums are supposed
to do at this point, but there’s a lot I hate. Snoop Dogg trying to sound
relevant – I hate. Eminem doing his at this point robotic
jibberjibberjibberjabber jibberjabberjibberjabber style – I hate. But the
production is tight as fuck, if uninspired, which is due to fact Dre has access
to penthouse recording technology other people don’t even know exist. Normal
people making beats in pawn shop MacBooks but Dre is using Google servers for
shit. THREE STARS (***) but again, probably not that good but I’m feeling
positive.
Archy Marshall – A New Place 2 Drown
(released December 10, 2015; #33 on 2015 Pitchfork Albums of
the Year list)
I had no idea what this was, nor why it was listed on a
Pitchfork list, but then I listened and it was some British ass poetry rap type
shit, all sappy and painful to listen to, and I understood. It was horrible,
and I looked it up, and I guess they are two brothers, and I hope somebody
breaks both their legs and takes the red card with pride because it had to be
done. ONE STAR (*) because that is the minimum and even in positivity mode that
is all I can give this shit.
THE WINNER: Dre wins, almost by complete default. Maybe I
didn’t take a break because of new job but because this trio was so goddamned
wretched. Oh well, we cleared this painful hurdle.
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