Word: rhymed
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Zakari's son Khalil, 21. Now standing by the pomegranate tree, Khalil tells how he was detained two days in a camp outside Nablus with most of the other young men of the Casbah, huddling without shelter. He says he was beaten when he refused to recite a crude rhyme that professed love for Israeli troops and cursed the genitalia of Palestinian mothers. He finally recited it to avoid being hit again. Weeks later, he will only write the words of the rhyme in a TIME correspondent's notebook, too ashamed to speak them aloud. He has not told...
...only musician working today who could start an advice column if she tired of writing in rhyme may be AIMEE MANN. Her songs often take the perspective of an older sister talking a listener through a breakup. "This is how it goes: You'll get angry at yourself/And think you can think of something else," she sings on her new album, Lost in Space. Her music is rock at its most comforting, with gently swinging rhythms and mournful guitar lines. Sometimes only a hint of distortion steers it clear of soft-rock territory. The words ultimately, however, are not soft...
...agenda. To be fair, its major-label debut, Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz (last week's biggest gainer on the Billboard Top 200 chart), shows none of the crass preoccupation with pimping and cash that dominates rap from the coasts. On the laid-back Po' Folks, the guys rhyme through thick drawls, "All my life been po'/But it really don't matter no mo'/And they wonder why we act this way/Nappy Roots gonna be O.K." The message is that Nappy Roots' members are happy being who they are--maybe a little too happy. Those drawls are awfully thick, and heaps...
Anti-Pop are hip hop’s Autechre, sounding far-out on first listen but making perfect sense on the fifth (appropriately, they’re also on the UK’s experimental Warp label). As former slam poets, emcees Priest, Beans and M. Sayyid rhyme multisyllables like androids possessed by funk, their unfathomable words sounding vaguely familiar at times—like lyrics about hip hop lyrics. They attack the mic with a coordinated fervor not seen since early Wu-Tang or Souls of Mischief, or even the Beastie Boys...
These guys get filed under "roots rock" because they have been known to sing like Byrds and rhyme 'n' strum like Dylan. Now they have thrown together every instrument and influence at their disposal, futuristic synthesizer atop old-fashioned piano, to prove they're no nostalgia act. The result is gorgeous. Half the songs are close to perfect: the melodies stick, the newfangled keyboards breeze in and out with supernatural grace, the words submerge the listener in both sadness and blissed-out reverie. The band has lost its "roots" and found its voice...