Silver Lake, Los Angeles. A small house sits on a hill nestled between the 101 freeway and a street you’d think twice about parking your car on. It’s a section of the world where kids grow up quickly and relationships are subject to change, often cut short by the elements. That’s how it used to be at least. These streets hold within them the remnants of a subculture that once flourished as certainly as it now dwindles. At large, guns have been replaced by iPhones, drugs by tweets and selfies, and some people consider it an improvement. Still, driving through this storie
It’s generally believed that a good journalist is one who exercises objectivity. I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a good journalist or even a journalist at all. But I was asked to review this album with an outsider’s ear, the ear of someone with an unbiased perspective, someone who hasn’t seen these songs performed on stages across a few states or had the better part of 2 years to digest them. Someone who doesn’t personally know Tha Ynoe. I’m up to the task, but if I’m to pretend that Ynoe and I aren’t friends, then my first questio
I was on my back in a hotel room when I got a message from Thesis telling me his crew was dropping an album soon. He asked if he could send it to me beforehand and I didn’t have the heart to tell him how horribly backed up I am with photos to edit and articles I’ve already committed to writing. There’s also the fact that I’m an overly documented fanboy of everything he makes and I’m flattered every time he even partially gives a shit about my opinions, so I thanked him and told him to send it over. The album sat in my inbox for two
What would happen if you were to combine some of the coldest rhymers LA’s rap scene has to offer with the cinematic prowess of Justin “Marmo” Marmorstein, whose resume includes work with Strange Music, Inc.? What would then happen if you took that combination and rolled it in something that will not be named but may or may not have been making its way around the set (rhymes with flaccid)? I’ve spent a good amount of time with the Cloudmakers, and take it from me; all they – do is – chief.<p style="text-align:justify;"
In one fell swoop, the internet has made it both easier and harder to be the cool guy who’s always hip to shit nobody else knows about. This truth doesn’t discriminate when it comes to music. I’ll occasionally find myself marveling at something I stumble on in the middle of the night while I trade hours of sleep next to my wife for those spent high on the internet. The first two questions I ask myself are, (a) why the hell doesn’t this have more plays, and (b) why the hell isn’t anyone blogging about this? Those million-dollar questions