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Monthly Archives: March 2005

Concert Review: RJD2 at North Six w/ Rob Sonic and Diplo

As an artist he - a white dude from Ohio - has pretty effectively achieved some measure of recognition well outside the hip-hop core.The fact is that RJD2’s work tends to transcend the conventional constraints of hip-hop record spinning; the man is more nearly a sort of Rube Goldberg of sound, who manages to transmute his four turntables and a sampler (that’s right, 4+1) into joints and cogs of a ridiculous and confounding apparatus designed to turn a dozen-dozen records into a single, morphing, organic behemoth of bangers, grooves and hooks…. He spun a crowd-pleasing selection of Old-School hip-hop, and demonstrated his skill in precisely the way that he was able to keep the music going and keep it seamless, employing the tools of the trade - scratching, beat juggling, mixing - without ever once losing the beat or seeming showy.Following Fred’s set was Rob Sonic himself, accompanied onstage by co-MC Creature, and while he clearly demonstrated a knack for lyrics (somewhat tempered by the listener’s inability to hear the majority of them), their rather monotonous flow and constant pleas for audience response - in the form of hackneyed ‘Can I get a “HELL YEAH”, Brooklyn!’

Album Review: In the Nightside Eclipse by Emperor

no amount of studded leather is going to make anyone take you, for a second, as anything other than the kind of kid who will put a ‘brutal’ record on, grimace, grin, and bang your head cartoonishly only as long as there’s someone else in the room to see you doing it.All this by way of overlong explanation: in truth, when confronted with an album such as Norwegian black metal godfathers Emperor’s first LP, In the Nightside Eclipse, the sheer quality of the work is enough that any insecurities about ‘true’ness or legitimacy become moot…. The above qualification probably means nothing to the vast majority of you, much as I would probably not be very interested if some Polski companion started outlining, in detail, his definitive top-ten list of the greatest Polka artists of all time (though I suspect now it’s only a matter of time before disgustingly effusive livejournals everywhere start doing just that; when the Polkacore craze hits, don’t say I didn’t warn you).