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Following in the footsteps of Sir Mix-A-Lot and Skee-Lo, Little-T and One Track Mike rebel against standard egotistical, gangster rap. Their mix of creative lyrics and self-deprecating humor creates songs that both impress you and make you smile. Even the album’s title, Fome is Dape (a rearrangement of “Fame is Dope”), plays on this ironic sense of both being a rapper and retaining humility. The duo’s talent is evident in the rhymes, as well as in the breadth and variety of their music...
...deals with jealousy of a former girlfriend in a wryly poignant manner. It is unclear if Little-T and One Track Mike can maintain their street-smart and playful songs in the future. Similar groups, such as the the Presidents of the United States and the aforementioned Skee-Lo, have been unable to sustain the same level of creativity (and popularity) from album to album. Whatever the future holds, Fome is Dape is a promising start and worth a few spins in your CD player...
...down. In fact, the people at the mall move around with a proud sense of defiance, their 6 a.m. power walking a way of telling the terrorists that they cannot be scared out of getting exercise in a patrolled, temperature-controlled environment. Flipping through posters of clearly chadorless J. Lo and Britney at Spencer Gifts has had some of its guilty pleasure replaced by pride...
...seductive guitar hooks, while “Barely Legal” perfectly delivers the seemingly anthemic lines, “Well like my sister [I] don’t give a fuck / I wanna steal your innocence.” The album is also masterfully produced. Casablancas’ lo-fi crooning forms a fabulous contrast to the clear guitars in “Modern Age” and the precise, repetitive (so much so that it sounds like a skipping CD) background chorus strumming on “Last Nite.” The band also does a masterful...
Aesop Rock makes backpackers across the continent salivate. He is the embodiment of “lyricism,” spitting out line after abstract line in ideal multi-syllabic, rapid-fire fashion. He makes his own beats, off-kilter pastiches of lo-fi drums and weird bass noises. Devoid of charisma, he is a bastion of grim determination and pure skills. And best of all, he is Underground—known only to the backpacking elite, his primary means of publicity for several years was the internet. Now on New York City’s Def Jux label?...