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Kanye West may have posed as Jesus in 2006, and Nas did it almost 10 years ago now, but British rap artist Mike Skinner (performing under the stage name The Streets) ushers in a new age of hip-hop evangelism. In his new video “Heaven for the Weather,” he is Dr. M. Skinner, motivational speaker and spiritual guiding light, out to “help people from all walks of life” find their way. Dr. Skinner has quite a following. His auditorium is packed with cheering fans. Devotees old and young, bearded...
...today’s rap world full of inflated egos, calling an album “The Renaissance” is still an eyebrow-raising move. It creates expectations. The artist better deliver an album with a rare vibrancy, creativity, and intelligence, if not a record that rejuvenates hip-hop from the underground to the Top-40, from the street corner to the dance floor. An album with longevity. Q-Tip is familiar with the great hip-hop album. Within the genre, the man is a legend. As a member of much-beloved A Tribe Called Quest, Q-Tip contributed...
...Asian grandmothers clutching shopping bags, girls in leggings lost in their iPod worlds, thirty-somethings in scrubs who got on and off at Charles MGH. But the black passengers seemed changed, somehow. Maybe it was the young black man wearing a shirt of the type that usually has a hip-hop artist plastered across its front, only Tupac’s face was replaced by Barack Obama’s. Or maybe it was the black woman who sat in the seat across from me, beaming when our eyes met. Or maybe it was the word “Obama?...
...Pain shows us his true colors. And no, they don’t involve the swirling, digitized effects from his previous videos with Lil’ Wayne and Ludacris, or even the trademark carnivalesque top hat and Oakley shades he sports. Here, T-Pain is a pissed off hip-hop (ahem) star who is sick and tired of getting shit for using Auto-Tune. The insults in “Karaoke” just add up. First, Kanye West makes an appearance in the bathroom stall, and surprised, says, “T-Pain! I did not even recognize...
...some point in the late 1990s, hip-hop became weighed down by bling and, taking its cue from the diamonds that adorned the necks of most of its artists, grew harder and more polished. Electronic sounds further stretched the genre, but an orthodox mainstream was born and experimentation fell by the wayside. Eminem made a movie and then disappeared, Kanye West and Estelle bounced irresistibly delicious sounds back and forth from both sides of the Atlantic, but nothing really changed—nothing was really revolutionized. Hip-hop continued to sit quite comfortably in its own little groove. The Knux?...