triplefatgoose:

Mac Miller has more mass appeal than oxygen.   If you were to ask hip-hop fans right now if they would rather breathe in a mouth full of air, or suffocate while listening to Mac Miller, 9 out of10 would opt for the latter.  The 19 year-old rapper from Pittsburgh has already achieved more in his career than most rappers do by 40.  Having laid down tracks with some of the most legendary producers in the game (DJ Premier, Just Blaze, 9^th Wonder), Miller was featured as one of XXL’s 2011 Freshmen.  Most of these accomplishments would overwhelm your average MC, but Mac Miller’s appeal stems from his ability to deliver.  He grew up as an underground rap fan, but has become a crossover artist whose style satisfies both commercial and underground listeners alike.  It’s a shame that listeners and critics tend to focus on his skin color.  He doesn’t take on an angry Eminem or Jedi Mind Tricks white guy flow, nor the well annunciated, zany Aesop Rock flow, another popular white rapper.  Mac Miller raps like Mac Miller.  He is very much his own MC and doesn’t often dwell on race in his music. 

Another reason for Mac’s appeal? How much fun he seems to be having.  His flow is a bit raspy, laid back, and generally optimistic.  He is like a swaggered out Beach Boy – always smiling in his videos, rapping about partying, living life, smoking weed, and getting girls.  Miller has some of hip-hop’s most important figures on his side, so he really has no reason to stress.  Wiz Khalifa, Wale, Phonte, and Chiddy Bang are just a few of the artists that Miller has shared a track or two with.  Just like when Americans (thought they) wanted a president who they could have a beer with, hip hop fans want a rapper they can have a blunt with.  The kid smokes more weed in one recording session than an entire crowd at Woodstock.   Miller has the support and talent he needs to be comfortable in the hip-hop game for years to come, and he’ll be rapping happy smoking weed until the world ends. 

I highly enjoy choosing mac miller over oxygen.

Life. Story.

(Source: rareinvisiblecookies)

oh the Killers. So amazing live.

Oh, this rain, It will continue through the morning as I’m listening to the bells of the cathedral I am thinking of your voice…

zenofawesome:

Where Is My Mind (Bassnectar Remix) - Pixies

This is the anthem for anyone who is jaded from the world. When everything seems utterly hopeless. When frustration boils inside of you because you try and try but nothing happens. When everything seems to be going against your way. When you ask yourself where is my mind? When you just need to loose touch with reality and disconnect. This is song for that very feeling.

“With your feet in the air and your head on the ground.”

A great remix of one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite dubstep artists.

I know it’s Thursday and I haven’t done these in a really long time, but it’s honestly because I haven’t come across any impressing “new” indie music. It’s so hard to find something generally unknown that is also well good. I’m not super picky with music, but there are things that I clearly like and clearly don’t.

Then out of the sky something came off of my Ipod today randomly. I download and put random Indie playlists such as Blalock’s playlist on my Ipod all the time and try to find some new shit. Lately I’ve been lazy and Blalock has been pretty disappointing for me anyway. However, I was shuffling and I came across Blood Red Shoes. At first listen, I was like ehhh. Then, then I realized I made a horrible mistake. They are phenomenal.

Blood Red Shoes are a two piece duo from Brighton, England consisting of Laura-Mary Carte on guitar and vocals and Steven Ansell on vocals and drums. This might be a secret to most, but I REALLY respect people who sing vocals and play the drunks at the same time. I think it must be a crazy sick feat. And Steven does it better than mad decent. It’s exceptionally decent. The music itself isn’t twee enough to be twee or maths enough to be maths but there is something really interesting happening. There’s this punky alternative British rock flavor stirring in each loud cord. Imagine if the White Stripes had a baby and then Johnny Foreigner had a baby and those babies met and fucked, you would get the musical genius that is Blood Red Shoes. There is something so raw about Laura-Mary’s vocals that challenge the punk chick likes of The Kills, The Death Weather, and The subways. Her calming voice can rip out into shrieks at any moment that perfectly match the calming constant melodies of Steven’s vocals. I think that is my favorite part. The vocals backed and timed so incredibly with the music.

The best song is probably I wish I was someone better, although I also like This is not for you. They both remind me of somehow channeling my younger years. This is the cooler version of the shit I was listening too. I see a 13 year old Tally listening to Garbage and being in love, when I listen to Blood Red Shoes. They take me back to something I forgot so long ago.

-Tally, The Spice

I’ve been meaning to write about this one for awhile now. Ever since I’ve heard his blistering piercing little voice squawk “swag”, “oh ma god”, and “legend based god” I’ve been torn between feelings of disgust and awe. Upon first hearing the self proclaimed “Legend Based God” I thought he was the biggest April Fools Joke to ever hit the interwebs being introduced a little bit early; a continuous joke that would slowly and painfully die out, a Rebecca Black’s Friday or  World of Warcraft freak out. It’s April 13th folks. Why is Lil B still alive? Why hasn’t the FBI or the government swooped in and narced this illerate motherfucker? Why was he on the cover of XXL? Why was he included in the UnderClassmen issue? Who spawned this she-wolf “pretty boy”, “faggot lesbian” from hell and told him he could make music?

Despite my many grievances against the obvious niggermonkey at work, I have to say he is extremely entertaining. He also is somewhat of a genius. He has managed to convince thousands of people that his music is listenable and well good. “Wonton Soup” alone has over 2 million views. How is this possible? I think that Lil B’s constant chant of “swag” and other retarded repetition is actually summoning the power of Satan to control you. Think I’m kidding? As you listen to more and more of the possible 3000 songs he’s released on the internet in the past 3 years, your brain starts to melt. I’m listening to “my favorite” Lil B song right now Ellen Degeneres and my hands are starting to cramp. I feel as if I’m in a trance, my stomach hurts. I might have eternal bleeding and I’m pretty sure that booming in my head is a Swag Tumor. The Devil has taken over my body, nbd.

[By the way if someone could please tell me, preferbly Lil B himself: What does swag even mean anymore? I have a theory that Swag is like the new period. Or like your own empty thoughts. When you have nothing to say swag or you finish a sentence swag when your bored swag. When you wake up swag, when you talk about anything swag. You know, Lil B everything can’t be swag cause then nothing is swag. You’ve taken the meaning, the security, the love out of swag. Because everything can’t be swag, then swag is no longer special. God damn it Lil B, thanks for ruining swag for me.]

All of these general observations about Lil B and his entire… eh… movement of extreme incompetence, illiteracy and setting the bar extremely low have drove me to be so enthralled with him. That’s why I am going on a one week Lil B binge. Starting Monday I will be listening to nothing, but The Based God.  The long whining and the random “hoo’s” will probably give me cancer by day 3, but we’ll see. 

Seven Days of nothing but:

HAHAHAHA I’M GONNA DIE, SWAG. Let’s see how quickly…swag. I’m pretty sure I can sue him for giving me Cancer (or Aids) right, swag?

-Tally, The Spice

ftw.