I don’t get down with Run the Jewels like I once
did. The internet loves them still, but each record’s felt less and less inspired,
and to be honest, I got my fill on El-P verses by the end of the second one. I
tried this last one but there wasn’t anything about it that really stuck out to
me. I don’t listen to music as soon as it comes out necessarily, so it all gets
inserted into a larger selection of music I tend to keep playing most hours of
the day, so it doesn’t get that OMG NEW SHIT pop with me personally like it
might for many folks. That’s some capitalistic bullshit though. Let the dust of
the newness settle and see where shit stands for real. My shitty old iphone
turned into an ipod is a true meritocracy, not a fake one built on mythologies
which no longer apply.
All that being said, having Greg Nice on this
popped my reminiscing heart, and had me thinking about how popular lemonade
still is. So I did play the fuck outta this song at least. Can we get another
solo Killer Mike project though? At this point, Run the Jewels is like a
brightly painted and expensive organic taco truck at a mural festival in a
neighborhood you used to buy weed in but can’t afford to even rent a one
bedroom at anymore. El-P is the sound of gentrification during the Trump era.
Sorry, that’s just how shit actually is.
RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.
Wednesday, October 14
SONG OF THE DAY: Ooh La La
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