DJ Shadow “The Outsider” extras

I haven’t listened to DJ Shadow’s The Outsider enough to form any sort of opinion on it. It’s not that I don’t own it, because I do. It’s sitting here, kinda staring at me. If I’m honest with myself, I’d say some of the lukewarm reviews have me a little tentative to dig in. There seem to be two distinct camps of Shadow fans: those pining for another Endtroducing and those embracing his exploration of the Bay’s hyphy scene. I’m somewhere in the middle. For now.

Regardless, the ever-resourceful Sole Sides let us know recently that a few different versions of The Outsider exist, and there are some tracks that aren’t on every album. Not to worry, because they’ve provided three of ’em for download. I especially like Triplicate Part 3, a cut soaked in classic Shadow style, meandering in piano and horn loops. It’s easy to picture this track as part of a score to a motion picture.

DJ Shadow | Triplicate Part 3
DJ Shadow feat. The Team | Purple Grapes
DJ Shadow feat. The Heliocentrics | Skullfuckery

I Used to Love H.E.R.: The Gray Kid

The fifth installment of I Used to Love H.E.R., a series in which artists/bloggers/writers discuss their most essential hip-hop albums (read intro), is a thought-provoking and entertaining piece from The Gray Kid, who released what’s shaping up to be one of my favorite albums this year, … 5, 6, 7, 8. He dissects Black Moon’s bangin’ debut Enta Da Stage with his typical gusto and well of knowledge that goes deep beyond the surface.

[mp3] The Gray Kid | Lonely Love (see also, The Gray Kid’s PaxilBack spoof.)

Black Moon
Enta Da Stage (Nervous Records, 1993)

“Mount Up: Enta Da Stage = Enter the Posse”

“I bought my first cassette copy of Black Moon’s Enta Da Stage in 1993 on the strength of a song that wasn’t even on the album, the irreplaceable “I Got Cha Opin (Remix).” The song had exploded at radio following the first proper single from EDS, 1992’s “Who Got the Props?,” and had immediate appeal to a 13-year-old boy who was still hiding the bulk of his RapLove from his parents. I wore out the unmistakable horn sample from Barry White’s “Playing Your Game Baby.” The defenseless cardboard sleeve where Buckshot donned a bright yellow poncho and trademark Timz didn’t stand a chance either, its black ink ceding from soon-rounded corners. It only took a few complete listens, though, for Enta Da Stage to enter my Top 5 for good, hit remix or not.

“In an era that was made up of more rap groups than we’ll ever see again (*Star* culture can’t afford to spread the love like that), Black Moon was wedged in between A Tribe Called Quest and Onyx: a veritable rock – ATCQ was on top, releasing Midnight Marauders in ’93 to critical acclaim – and a hard place – Onyx was set to redefine what a fear-instilling rap squadron was supposed to look like. Good thing “Who Got the Props” was, without question, a party song at the same time as being the tune which established Buckshot as the hard-ass Brooklyn MC not to be fucked with. EDS, on the whole, was a violent record. It was unforgiving in its content, from the song titles (“Buck em Down,” “Niguz Talk Shit,” “Black Smif-n-Wessun”) to the Beatminerz filthy and often-mangled sonics (particularly on “Slave,” my favorite track). Yet, EDS succeeded largely because it was intensely groovy, comprised of clear and memorable samples (“How Many MCs…”) that let Buckshot shine for the lyric-obsessed just the same.

“What was so fresh and visceral about Black Moon, though, and what really had such a broad impact on the surging New York hip-hop scene, was their relentless posse nature. Remember, this is the group that ushered in the Boot Camp Click, the crew that, for my money, was the most accomplished in the ’90s, releasing multiple records from their sprawling team to consistent musical and cultural acclaim (“Lefleur Leflah Eshkoshka” was FUCKING WEIRD – these guys had their own ideas).

“The way the posse functioned for Black Moon, however, was even more psychologically disarming. Buckshot was not afraid to remind you of his physical stature (“yo who’s the shortie?”) with the same breath he used to remind you of the physical harm you’d subject yourself to if you crossed his path (“I’m bustin’ niguz with my six-shooter“). He was the littlest guy you didn’t want to fuck with the most. His occasional partner-in-rhyme was another 5-footer, and the rest of the squad at the time (Smif-N-Wessun and the young Mobb Deep) were hardly Ruck and Rock (who came a couple years later).

“In retrospect this seems anomalous, but upon re-listening to Enta Da Stage everything makes perfect sense. Of the album’s 14 cuts, 10 contain legit posse choruses made up of emphatic multi-dude overdubbing, one (“Powerful Impak”) contains a sample of 4 screaming Busta Rhymeses, one (“Shit iz Real”) contains loosely recorded chilling 10-deep in the studio, and the rest (the KRS-One sampled “How Many MCs” and the ahead-of-its-time for being psycho-maniacal “Slave”) are just plain fire. This shit is terrifying if you think about it in musical terms: the hooks as close to horror as you’d want them to come whilst remaining musical, engaging, and ultimately hip-hop. Mad dudes are yelling at you. The MC is threatening you 80 percent of the time. He knew he could truly spit with anybody, and he knew his click could throw down just as well. It was more like enta da stage, at your own risk.”

[mp3] Black Moon | Who Got Da Props?

Previously on I Used to Love H.E.R.:
Sarah Daly of Scanners (Run-DMC – Tougher Than Leather)
Pigeon John (De La Soul – De La Soul is Dead)
Joel Hatstat of Cinemechanica (Digital Underground – Sex Packets)
G. Love (Eric B. & Rakim – Paid In Full)
An introduction

Death Cab concert ticket giveaway (via Barsuk)

Barsuk Records is giving away a pair of tickets for each show on Death Cab for Cutie’s upcoming tour, which includes a Dec. 2 stop in Arizona at Mesa Amphitheatre with Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins.

According to Barsuk, winners will be randomly chosen from among entries made at the label’s Web site. Entries will be cut off a few days prior to the date of each show. (No purchase necessary to win, but you do have to be at least 18 years to enter. Hey, I didn’t make the rules.)

If you don’t feel like risking it, tickets to the Arizona show (brought to you by Stateside Presents) are $29 and available at that giant ticket corporation that probably will make your ticket cost a lot more than $29. So enter that contest.

Death Cab for Cutie | A Movie Script Ending
(An oldie, but a goodie.)


Also, EZarchive, file host du jour, is in the process of upgrading and migrating files. So there’s a chance some older mp3s won’t work for now.That said, I’m toying with the idea of fully hosting this site on an external host or moving to Word Press or something. Anyone smarter than me have thoughts about this?

The National: “Warm Singing Whores”

No matter what my favorite album of this year ends up being – and I’ve got a couple in mind (isn’t the suspense killing you?) – it probably won’t hold a candle to last year’s top pick: Alligator by the National. It’s an album I’m still absorbing and poking around, checking out its nooks and crannies and trying to make sense of the lyrics. Coming back to it so often is justification to myself that it wasn’t just a cheap affair I had with Alligator.

Yet it makes me eager for the follow-up, which, I’ve heard, the group is diligently recording. The evolution of the hype may be most interesting to follow – build-up, leaks, response, backlash? Maybe the next album will be the one to launch the National into major-label territory (knowing nothing of its contract with Beggars, of course).

Ah, too much to speculate. That’s why I was thrilled to get my greasy fingerprints all over this Abel 7″ with its glossy cover and previously unreleased B-side, Warm Singing Whores, which, although short at about two-and-a-half minutes, would have fit comfortably on Alligator. If a track like this was left for life as a B-side, it seems to suggest the National reached a pretty healthy creative streak during the recording of Alligator.

The National | Warm Singing Whores

Alligator is available at eMusic, along with the rest of the National catalog.

Catfish Haven: “Tell Me”

I’m a little late to the Catfish Haven bandwagon, and my introduction (literally) to the Chicago three-piece is a pretty funny story.

After the Cold War Kids show a couple weeks ago, we ended up at Casey Moore’s, a great (and rumored to be haunted) bar in Tempe where hipsters, frat boys and co-eds collide. I’d had a bit to drink but still was able to recognize the mutton chops of Catfish Haven’s Miguel Castillo. So on the way out, I played the “Hey, you’re in a band” card. “Catfish Haven, right?” He seemed genuinely excited to have been recognized (or maybe he was just drunk, too). So I chatted with the band about Chicago, the Bears and Palatine, my old home town in Illinois. They were playing Modified the next night, which I wasn’t gonna be able to attend. So I bought their latest CD, Tell Me, instead, right there in the parking lot, where their tour van was located. Besides, drummer Ryan Farnham was wearing a Chicago Bulls sweatshirt. Gotta love that.

I really had no idea what to expect from Tell Me because I’d never listened to Catfish Haven before. Was this gonna be another run-of-the-mill indie flyby? After my first listen, I was happy to know Catfish Haven is nothing of the sort. The retro-soul and commingling of blues and folk makes for a refreshing change of pace. This is the best type of album: full of hooks and grooves and, more important, concise. I love a band that can get to the point in four minutes or less.

Though I can’t quite pinpoint a comparison, Catfish Haven’s style recalls soul from a different generation, tunes better heard out of a jukebox than an iPod.

Catfish Haven | Crazy for Leaving

Trail of Dead: “Wasted State of Mind”

So, everyone’s favorite modern prog/art-rock group with the cumbersome band name (we’re not talking about Rush here) has a new single available for download on its MySpace from the forthcoming So Divided (out Nov. 14; pre-order from Insound and get a free 7″).

The guys in the group may or may not have leaked the albums themselves. Seems like a hoax, but who the hell knows anymore?

Anyway, Trail of Dead is scheduled to perform at Marquee Theatre in Tempe on Nov. 27 (same night as Mates of State/Asobi Seksu at Rhythm Room). Also, they’ll be making an in-store performance the same day at Hoodlum’s at Arizona State.

Wasted State of Mind seems like a great successor to the work on Worlds Apart, an album I enjoyed and seem to be in the minority with that opinion. Frantic bongo and piano lines open the track, giving way to Conrad Keely’s always epic/overwrought/pompous-sounding lyrics. And I love it. For reasons unknown, I make the helpless mental transition from this song to Dave Brubeck’s Take Five.

… Trail of Dead | Wasted State of Mind

DON’T FORGET: Enter the Calexico contest if you live in Arizona. Or if you don’t live in Arizona … um, move to Arizona because it’s like 85 degrees here right now. The Arizona Fall League is in full effect. And then you can enter the contest.

Drunken Immortals: “Hot Concrete”

Given the sometimes-finicky attitude of fans toward local music in the Phoenix/Tempe area, it’s an accomplishment in itself that Drunken Immortals have hung around for almost 10 years. Well, they’ve done more than hung around, actually. They’ve thrived in a city that isn’t exactly at the top of anyone’s list when it comes to hotbeds of hip-hop.

And that longevity is a credit to the group’s proactive approach, rather than surviving by attrition. They helped create a label, Universatile Music, and helped form the Blowup Co-Op, a loose-knit collaboration of hip-hop musicians, artists, activists and such.

They just released their third LP, Hot Concrete, a title that pretty much says it all when it comes to the group’s loyalty to Arizona; if you’ve ever been to Arizona in August and tried to walk barefoot on the sidewalk, you know what that means. The album features guests Dres from Black Sheep and Abstract Rude of Project Blowed. With seven members and live instrumentation, Drunken Immortals are versatile enough to adapt and keep a step ahead of stagnant hip-hop machismo. Real Life, with Ab Rude, is DI in peak form: Latin-influenced guitars and percussion, turntables and emcees all mixed seamlessly into a fluid groove.

These guys were on the local circuit quite a bit when I was going to school at Arizona State, so it’s nice to see them keep stretching out but still reppin’ their hometown. That’s the 602 and the 480 (and sometimes the 623), for those not in the know.

Drunken Immortals | Hot Concrete
Drunken Immortals (feat. Abstract Rude) | Real Life

“The Bears are who we thought they were”

This is totally random and weekend-type material, but the guys at work and I have been getting a lot of mileage out of Dennis Green’s postgame tirade after the Cardinals’ epic meltdown on Monday night against the Bears. Quick recap: Cardinals up 23-3 in the second half. Bears win 24-23. Green goes bonkers in a brief postgame news conference. “Now, if you wanna crown ’em, then crown their ass!” Priceless. I ripped the audio into an mp3. You know, in case anyone wants to make a remix out of this … anyone? Or maybe you just always wanted Denny Green on your iPod.

[mp3] Dennis Green | “Crown Their Ass”

The Album Leaf, Rhythm Room, 10/18/06

So, um, when did the Album Leaf become so popular? I’m not trying to say that Jimmy LaValle and Co. don’t deserve it because their show was tremendous, and as someone who had a passing interest in their music, it inspired me to listen a little closer. But I was not expecting a sellout with upward of about 300 people at the Rhythm Room.

No doubt the Album Leaf’s presence on Sub Pop helps. Although maybe nothing benefits an indie artist more these days it seems than having music featured on The O.C., which LaValle’s was from his previous album, In a Safe Place. (In a slight coincidence, the under-21 area, conveniently sectioned off right next to the merch table, was crammed.) As cranky over-21ers, we settled in ever so uncomfortably right next to the bar. From there, it was a bit difficult to see a seated LaValle play his various keyboards and electronic toys, although the atmospheric mood of his music – even live with the band in front of you – asks more of your auditory senses than visual.

Perhaps compensating for that, the band – four guys in all – plays almost in time with a video companion, a different visual theme for each song. A makeshift movie screen behind the band projects images that are artsy and abstract – a woman painting her fingernails, a black and white Western, kaleidoscope-like color effects. Most of it seems in time to the music, which suggests some sort of choreography and careful thought and not just some slapdash set list thrown together in the tour van five minutes before the gig. I imagine it to be – on a much smaller scale, of course – similar to the effect Pink Floyd was after. In a way, because the Album Leaf’s music is mostly instrumental, the images almost give the music a soundtrack, some texture or context for which the fans can write their own words.

My wife, who never lets me slip, brought to my attention that I wasn’t exactly fond of Ratatat’s live show about a month earlier, noting in part my lukewarm tastes toward instrumental bands heavy, so what’s the difference here? Good question. The Album Leaf offers music a little more rich and dense; the live show was, for me anyway, thought-provoking. Ratatat, if we’re comparing (perhaps unfairly), came off a little self-absorbed; I don’t really get anything out of it other than what’s on the surface, which is electronic dance music. I’m not putting LaValle on a pedestal here, but I feel like I could explore his instrumental work more – the shape of it, the composition, the instruments – than with Ratatat.

Speaking of instrumental groups, one of the openers was the Lymbyc System, a duo which, unbeknownst to me, is from right here in Phoenix. The group is signed to Mush Records, a label that boasts a roster of pretty great experimental-type hip-hop acts as well (Busdriver, Daedelus, etc.). Apparently, I need to pay more attention because the Lymbyc System is opening for the Album Leaf this entire tour, which makes sense given the Lymbyc System’s big, synth-driven soundscapes.

(Final note: We showed up late, so we caught only two songs by locals Colorstore, about which I’ve heard nothing but good things. I bought a CD and plan to discuss them soon.)

The Album Leaf | Always For You
The Lymbyc System | Carved By Glaciers
Colorstore | Poor Bird

+/-: “Fadeout”

t’s about 2 a.m., too late to fully recap the Album Leaf show we just saw. I also recorded Badly Drawn Boy’s set from KCRW on Wednesday that I’ll post very soon.

Until then, I’ve been really into this track Fadeout (via Largehearted Boy) by +/- (aka Plus/Minus) from Let’s Build a Fire, coming out next week on Absolutely Kosher. Honestly, I don’t know much about this band, other than the trio is from New York and exists somewhere in that vast expanse between electronic and indie pop.

I enjoyed Fadeout enough to backtrack into the group’s catalog and pick up one of it previous albums, You Are Here, from eMusic. After a couple listens, I’d say the band most reminds me of Mobius Band. Fadeout is five wonderful minutes of push and pull, tension and release. At about the four-minute mark, the buildup finally boils over into a guitar-driven haven.

+/- is on tour with Irving, which includes a Nov. 14 stop at Modified in Phoenix.

Our homeboy Matt at Skatterbrain has all the dates and another track.

+/- | Fadeout