Dear Montreal Rappers

I love you!!

Karen Jonze does not.


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That lil piece of her mind was written after she wrote this little controversial review on Escape's Best Of Montreal tape..

Escape Montreal presents: Real City’s Finest, “a compilation of the best of the best from in and around Montreal” …. You sure about that? I’ve heard Montreal music and this is definitely NOT the finest out there. For one, you made Montreal look like a cesspool of depressed, criminal-minded, police-record filled aspiring rappers. We have singers too you know! Hosted by K103’s own Don Smooth (aka the Voice of the City) and mixed by DJ Critical Hype, Real City’s Finest is a collection of (what somebody deemed to be) Montreal’s best music at the moment. I’m going to let you listeners to decide for yourselves…

(At least after all this hate she gave us Vibes an "Honorouble Mention". What a sweetie.)

Nick Fury chimed in with his own review too. Hardly as fun and honest as Karen's tho..

All this nonsense was spotted over at my favorite hood blog. 514Smoke

Blak Roc

Couple months back, Dame Dash announced that he, alongside The Black Keys and hand full of hip-hop artist ( Mos Def, Jim Jones, Pharoahe Monch, Rza etc) would be putting together and releasing an album titled Blak Roc( Bastards stole your term Freddie!!!)

I'm over here now.

Anyways much to my disappointment, the album turned out to be a less than stellar listen with many of the songs coming off sounding like jam sessions that should have STAYED being jam sessions. The production is repetitive, and many if not all of the artist on this project sound terribly uninterested in what they're doing and are simply there as a favor to Mr. Dash ( you STAY loosing nIgga! )

The best song on the whole cut would be Why Can’t I Forget Him (featuring Nicole Wray. She shines the most on this otherwise lazy project.

Better luck next time Dame!

Introducing MOXXI

I was recently put on to For Sale; Baby Shoes, Never Worn which is a blog penned by MOXXI, an intellectual from what I've observed. She writes about her daily happenings while stimulating you with her witty comments. From what i've read so far, this girl sounds like someone i could really get into some deep conversation with....and she sounds HOT!



Im Over Here Now!

Them Crooked Vultures

So we got another "supergroup" on our hands... but they're not going to be like all those other "supergroups". allegedly. anyyyyways i actually think this could be some good music. Stereogum reports with an in-depth review...

Before the show the Metro sidewalk was a mob scene, or at least a mob scene for midnight on a Sunday on the heels of a three-day festival with the sort of weather conditions that should have sucked dry these people's wills to live, or wills to see music live. People on the sidewalk joked they wouldn't give up their tickets for anything less than $2,000, although I suspect that wasn't much of a joke at all. Once inside, those same people probably would have paid that amount to get an air conditioner, but no matter: the Metro was a sweatbox, the transferred perspiration just one more thing bonding all those in the room holding essentially a priceless ticket. And out walked Them Crooked Vultures shortly after midnight.

The band: Josh Homme on guitar and lead vocals, Dave Grohl on drums, John Paul Jones on you know what. Plus, for last night's show at least, there was a fourth Crooked Vulture: longtime Homme affiliate Alain Johannes held down rhythm guitar and joined Grohl and Jones on the occasional backing vocal and hollerback harmony. A supergroup of three big names with a lower-profile fourth?Familiar. Last night I called them Monsters Of Rock.

The music was full of big riffs and QOTSA stomp and grit, occasionally proggy segues melding dirty blues rock to a more alt, grungy thump. Grohl may have slipped into his Bonham worship mode on the big beats and bigger fills, or maybe that's just what you hear when half a band's rhythm section happened to be in Led Zeppelin. Josh, for his part, is not Jimmy Page. Nor is he Robert Plant. He's Homme through and through, and in taking vocals and guitars he more than defines the dynamic. So ultimately it was a Homme-led affair that was QOTSAy in its essence with overtures to the other dudes' primary affiliations at the periphery. There were outliers, naturally: "Daffodils" was a spacey, psychedelic epic closing with a John Paul Jones piano outro (and subsequent show-stopping applause), another featured a long jazzy improv with JPJ taking the bass for a walk under a fiery two-guitar solo session that hit sorta like a steroidal Allmans jam.

Only very shitty camera-phone footage of the concert exists [so far..] because "In the spirit of an old-school communal listening experience, cameras and the like were forbidden." says amrit

Spotted at .. a million differnt blogs.