This new Killer Mike album is so serious and so awesome at the same time. I don’t really get why #occupy has drum circles when it should just have G-Side/Killer Mike/Danny Brown circles instead. Oh, right: #race.
Anywhicheverwaywho: this album is pure awesome.
It’s not as skronky and jagged as El-P’s, it’s a bit more cohesive than anything the internet-type rappers seem to be doing, and it’s basically anti-commercial anti-authority makes-its-own-authority. It’s an atom bomb comet cloud scouring the filthy bath tub of etc. you get it. I like it.
So last night’s halftime show got me thinking two things:
It was praised for being “what it’s supposed to be”: a glittery spectacle of pop music celebrity and excess and ridiculousness, and for some reason nobody knows, LMFAO. Okay, I buy that, but is that what it’s “supposed to be”? I mean it’s preferable to aging 70s rock stars fumbling around the stage singing worse versions of songs we’ve heard a thousand times before, but like, can’t we just have Prince every year?