Yup, it's another installment of unpopular opinions. As ever, think of this edition as little more than a repository for actual facts I've not been able to shoehorn into any other posts the past few months.
The only edit of Move That Dope
that ever needs to exist is one which consists of the hook looped for a minute either side of Pharrell's verse.
Not gonna front like the chorus of All About The Money
doesn't sound pretty damned good in the mix on Westwood, but Troy Ave needs to accept that he peaked two years ago with I Know Why You Mad
and his legacy now depends on if he can fully commit
to filling the void Hell Rell created as the accidental butt of everyone's best jokes
The past 12 months have turned out to be a very fruitful period for great songs from the most unlikeliest of rappers and N.Y rappers who've been washed up for a decade: Fancy
by Iggy Azalea; GDFR
by Flo Rida; We Dem Boyz
by Wiz Khalifa; the trilogy of No Option
, Show Me
and Body Language
by Kid Ink; Drunk AF
by B.o.B; Paradise
by Big Sean; Save It For The Birds
by Ben J of the New Boyz; Work The Middle
and I Do My Thang
by Lil' Debbie; Thriller
by JuJu & Tragedy Khadafi; Nothing
by Ma$e; 187
Considering it's modus operandi seems to be Tink Got Gunz, Try Me
by Dej Loaf is one lifeless wet blanket soundin'-ass song.
Slim 400 & TeeFlii's Kno Where The Party @
needs a video so it can do for Slim what Ride Wit' Me
did for RJ, and teach me how you're supposed to dance to it properly. I've tried everything from the Pee Wee Herman to the Mr Miyagi but I always end up tying myself up in knots because that beat makes me feel like I've got dissolving mushroom platforms under my feet and Koopa Troopas chasing me.
Until Gucci Mane gets out of the bing in 2016, Zaytoven should be contractually obliged to give his best beats to CoCo Kiss & her mates
rather than let them end up in the clutches of some boring Trap 101 pudding like Young Scooter or someone whose voice sounds like a tom tit on a round of beef over his production like Young Dolph.
When a 35 year old Jewish novelty-rapper with a very dodgy penchant for girls of high school age dropped a certified 5/5 slap with Clyde Carson
this past summer, even the Aryan Brotherhood were forced to admit that rap is the only genre of music that matters any more.
His music might be glorified-Fadercore rubbish, but Makkonnen does serve a purpose for all of us My So Called Life
fans who've often idly wondered what Rickie
would look like in 2014 if he'd spent the past 20 years pigging out on junk food.