I'm sure a couple of you were wondering why I've never chosen a Logic project to write about, considering he's gained a pretty decent sized following over the last few years (well, its big in comparison to a lot of the shit I cover on here). The answer is: I have no idea. There was no master plan, and I really have no stance on the man's music. I guess there's just been other music that I've tried to convince myself is more important. Fear no more, though, because the wait is over.
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David Blake, or DJ Quik, as it says on the birthday cake I just bought him, is a Compton, California-based producer and rapper who doesn't receive as much shine as he should. Its possible that he prefers being in the background, making his moves in silence and actually working while his higher-profile peers simply sit around and promise a new album every year for over a decade without ever putting anything out to show for it. More than likely, though, Quik's lack of presence on the scene is because of a fickle hip hop audience who is quick to forget someone who doesn't put out constant hits.
STN MTN is so bad that it feels like I just wasted nine years of my life just trying to slog through the motherfucker. Over the course of eleven songs, Childish Gambino demolishes any goodwill he had stored up from merely being funny at times, giving the listener song after song of tiresome boasts, weary threats, and bland-as-hell production. In just around forty minutes, Donald Glover abandons nearly everything I liked about him (which, if you're familiar with the site, obviously isn't much, but his last album had pretty cool production, and sometimes his absurdly cheesy punchlines get a laugh out of me), in an attempt to seemingly convince the listener that he is indeed from Atlanta. Got it, all he had to do was tell me. All I'm convince of now is that he has used ketchup packets and cigarette butts flowing through his bloodstream, because that's the only way a human could make something this trash. Seriously, what the fuck happened?
This is the opening sentence of the first paragraph. Whenever I do a track-by-track write-up, I'll jot down something about the artist that will ideally grab the readers interest, and maybe even make the reader look at the subject a little differently. I will now end the paragraph with a phrase or even question that is supposed to draw the reader in, and hopefully make the reader click the "view more" tab directly below. (I do this because it doubles the page views) I hate wasting valuable space with my own bragging, but being a world famous hip hop critic has its obvious perks. I can destroy or lift the hopes of a new artist trying to break into the spotlight. I can mold the opinion of the general public with a couple clicks. And with the wink of an eye (usually the right, using the left can have unforeseen consequences), women, who do nothing but read my blog and drool over my recommendations, rip their tops off (this usually happens in public places) with a quickness normally reserved for being on fire. Yeah, the power of my hands is pretty sweet.
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