Bring back the animal dances.
Wildlife's place is not at the zoo, but on the dancefloor. Let the critters party!
But some explanation, perhaps is in order. Jazz and its assorted eccentricities - recording contracts, jam sessions, and crippling dependence to a lengthy list of substances - still exist to this day. For some reason, though, the same cannot be said its dancing; part of the legacy for one ironically named mam. James Reese Europe was a renowned military man, and also able to lead a band. If for no other reason, then, the man is associated with a slew of incredibly named ragtime dances including (but not limited to): the turkey trot, the jitterbug, and the bunny-hug.
Dj Rashad, on the other hand, became the face for a much more literally labeled movement. Equally as bizarre as the above conundrum, it seems that footwork is not often featured on these pages. For all its glory, and not due to the author's lack of interest, the next progression ghetto house is hardly even mentioned. And why? The sounds are futuristic. Intentions are pure. If but for a moment, the aforementioned Rashad, alongside Spinn, were able to refocus the music and the movements more so than on the festivals and the fun.
Fortunately, the push continues. Released yesterday, "Let's Get Blowed," is a three-way effort by a collection of Ghettoteknitianz As a whole, the track recalls West-Coast vibes (primarily because the source is Snoop Dogg and Pharrell). Bass and what sounds like a keytar both dip their hands into into the funk/club pot. And while fast, variety is presented. Another, more harmonic, synth provides a nice finish as well. FOr their part, percussion is eclectic and eccentric. Hi-hats, claps, and snares are all programmed to taste while wood-blocks provide additional drumming assistance.
A strong effort suitable for bedroom or dancefloor enjoyment, which is also available for download.
Notable Mention: Chris Crack (ft. Cutta) - "On My Mind"
Purely in the interest of geography is the next track presented.
With two loosies in as many week, Chris Crack released a song today titled "On My Mind." Featuring Cutta on the hook, the newdealcrew MC delivers three verses, largely of the boasting variety; which is not so much criticism as a point of fact. Of note, though, is that Crack does use a different flow wheneverr the beat - chock full of 808s and dark grapes - comes back around to him. Where Crackavelli begins with his usual quick and fidgety style, "On My Mind," sees him transition towards slower, more traditional delivery until ultimately reaching a more hybrid, word-association style (and shouting out Slim G in the process).
Another solid effort from the man trapping out of his addict, reminding any A&R's that, "I don't need no documentary just check stubs / I'm next up like Jesus, stay blessed"
- J.N.
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