Brother Nature – A Very Brother Nature Christmas EP

I realize it’s way past Christmas and this is now very late. I was trying to wait until the calamity over the last Brother Nature post blew over so I could listen with a less tainted ear. But that doesn’t look like it’s happening soon so I’ll just post this up now.

The irony is that I like this EP. Often, post-Native Tongues music gets too mired in technical prowess when much of the classic Tongues shit owes a lot to humor, charm, and a sense of looseness (Prince Paul FTW!). Those are points that this EP hits. This is a fun listen. It opens with mention of “mistletoe on her camel-toe” before going into “I Saw Momma Kissing Santa Clause” in which Real J. insinuates his mom might be a ho bag for possibly sleeping with Santa Clause … and then Bam appears in the role of Santa to confirm Real’s fears. On “All I Want For Christmas,” the duo invokes the Alvin and the Chipmunks classic by spitting in not-quite-chipmunk-soul-but-still-squeaky-high-pitched voices. And on “Gameboy & Bike,” they sing poorly to a strumming guitar about beating up Santa Clause on some Riley Freeman shit. All of this is rapped over soothing, “holiday” music, the juxtaposition of which adds to the humor. Read more of this post

SoundDiego: Album Review: Real J. Wallace – The Jah Father of Soul Cal


I reviewed Real J. Wallace’s mixtape over at SoundDiego. He says it’s the length of the 94 highway and I tested it like an asshole. I think dude owes me gas money. I ended up driving into terrifying hick territory where I was almost certain someone was gonna shoot my Oriental face off.

Anyway, a snippet below and the full review here:

The music is, of course, soulful and funky. There’s a reason these breaks were sampled in the first place, and that’s because they were great songs to begin with. Real J’s rhymes feature a familiar mix of technical prowess, spirituality, black-culture references (notably, “the big piece of chicken” from a Chris Rock bit), everyman resolve and crass sexuality, just in case you thought he was getting too serious (to wit, there’s a song with several puns on different terms for oral sex). It’s lyrically satisfying, though there’s a jarring disconnect between his soft-spoken voice and his occasional vulgarity. Clearly, one of those has to go, and hopefully, it’s not the vulgarity.

CityBeat: Album Review: Pedalay The Boss – Issue #1

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Pedalay The Boss “Voices”
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Pedalay The Boss “Support”
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I enjoyed Pedalay’s album, though I only finally heard it months after its release. I had worried that his parting ways with Scatterbrain would spell ruin–a testament to Scatterbrain’s production. But instead, Pedalay became a better rapper for it and his other producers hold their own for the most part.

My three favorite songs are above. What surprised me about this album was stuff like “Support,” which finally saw Pedalay get a little personal, a welcome change. But I still like “Voices” and “Noise” because they sound evil and I like to indulge in evil at times, like right now.

Check out a snippet below and read the full review at CityBeat:

Remember when beefing rappers made diss songs? Diss songs used to be the norm, so much so that they inspired b-movie “documentaries” like Beef. Today, beef plays out ungracefully on social media, with punch lines replaced by hashtags, snarky status updates and YouTube threats.

That’s why Pedalay The Boss’ latest album, Issue #1, sounds so refreshing. Pedalay, a Southeast San Diego rapper, is nerdy enough to spit abstract imagery and title his album like it’s a comic-book series. But he also talks about real-life shit, and his recent estrangement from rapper / producer Scatterbrain has provided fuel for his creativity.

Access Sez So: Album Review: Stuntdouble & Tenshun – The Ballad of Shawn T. Nelson EP

Wes has been locked in his basement listening to this 7-inch and writing the great American novel a review. Now, he’s back with a vengeance.

Just a few a months ago, one of my favorite San Diego releases of the year dropped with a bang! And while it’s just a 7-inch EP with a mere four tracks, it’s a little release that had big things to say!

After their last album, Don’t Have to be Drunk To Tell the Truth, was released back in 2007, Stuntdouble and DJ/Producer Tenshun continued to perform locally, maintaining their presence around San Diego’s underground scene. Tenshun, as a solo act, has worked steadily on pushing out releases independently and through several other indie labels as a following of fans of his drum heavy production continues to grow. Stuntdouble remains equally busy juggling back and forth between school, work and family life, recording songs between releases, sometimes with other producers. Unfortunately, as the years passed, the material and the hours put into said sessions had become all but an afterthought for the emcee, and sadly those tracks may never see the light of day. Over the years, I would see both artists here at Access, and I’d always be eager to hear anything new and if they would at least hint at another release together. Finally, after a few delays over the summer in which the plates to press the brand new EP on vinyl were denied due to sampling issues, their long talked about return is here!

Stuntdouble didn’t set out to make an EP about how “fine” his city is with some half-assed anthems your friends can chant the words to at house parties. “Welcome to San Diego. Now go home.” These words are printed directly on the label of the record itself and this pretty much sets the tone for the rest of the EP. The Ballad of Shawn T. Nelson is a release filled with political connotations and the social commentary fans have come to expect from the fire-bearded and equally hot-tempered emcee. It’s aimed specifically at life in San Diego, from the perspective of the average citizen, and not some pamphlet-pushing tour guide who can’t wait to lure visitors on a tour bus to “America’s Finest City,” as it is so affectionately dubbed by the media. As an outsider myself, living in various neighborhoods amongst this city’s inhabitants for the last ten years, “America’s Finest City” is a term that definitely feels outdated. Read more of this post

SoundDiego: Album Review: Gonjasufi – The Ninth Inning EP


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I wrote a track-by-track review Gonjasufi’s latest Fader-sponsored EP, The Ninth Inning, over at SoundDiego. In short, it’s a very weird 10 minutes of music. But I’m glad that he doesn’t rely on his weirdness as a crutch, doesn’t let himself become a gimmick. He still says real-ass shit even if it’s sometimes coded like “Be rich, eat fish, and die.”

Read a blurb about “Eatfish” below and check the rest of the review here:

Yay, break beats! It sounds like there are some soft xylophones, which is a nice counterpoint to the crisp drums. Gonajsufi is relegated to singing the hook and sprinkling his wailing through Blu’s verses, but this still sounds more like a Gonjasufi song despite Blu having the lion’s share of the mic time. When you pay attention to the lyrics, you realize this is basically a motivational song, though the message is given in the weirdest of terms: “Be rich, eat fish and die,” goes the chorus. You actually have to rely on Blu’s verses to get the main point of it, which is weird in itself since it’s usually the chorus that sums up the verses. Anyway, the point is: Whatever you want to be, it’s possible if you just work your ass off.

SD CityBeat: Album Review: Black Mikey – The Cold Summer EP


Black Mikey “Screw Face”
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I wrote an album review of Black Mikey’s Cold Summer EP. In short, it’s half good, half meh. But “Screw Face” is amazing, one of the best songs in his catalog. Here’s a blurb about the good parts of the EP below. You can read the entire review here.

Mikey is much more successful when he’s focusing his energy elsewhere. “Rap Star” and “Motivated” reveal some of what’s driving his music, including escaping poverty, the traps of the ’hood and, deeper still, saving his own soul.

“Screw Face” is one of the best songs he’s ever made. In it, he takes on the title role, a manifestation of the devil on your shoulder steering you into evil and violence. At times, vocals that are slowed down and “screwed” (named after the technique’s originator, DJ Screw) pop in behind Mikey, creating a demonic effect that helps make this a horror-movie-esque cautionary tale.

You can get Cold Summer on iTunes here. Mikey has another album called Premeditated Music that I haven’t gotten to hear yet due to lack of access. Then there’s also the joint B.B. Kingz album with Bazerkowitz that sounds dope on first listen. I’m kinda annoyed actually that I chose to review this album for CityBeat when Premeditated Music might be much better (if only I had a copy) and B.B. Kingz is definitely that illness. I’m not sure how much space they’ll give me to ramble on about Black Mikey. I’d much rather use my limited space to ramble on about the best music, if possible.

Dre Trav, Sauvi, Ez Pennybags – Pyramid Scheme


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The production throughout this mixtape/compilation/album/whatever is solid, a collection of blissful, spacey beats that oscillate back and forth between sounding like Ski Beatz and 9th Wonder. These dudes have an excellent production team behind them, made of Sauvi himself, Monibeatz, and several other like-minded producers continuing to develop this starry night production aesthetic.

It’s a shame that the rapping is so bad though. I swear, a lot of the time, they’re not even rhyming at all. It’s not even like the rhyming words are hidden deep within the meter that you miss them–they just aren’t there much of the time. The worst part is that they sound like they actually have something interesting to say and when they learn how to say it, it’ll be deep. But right now, they’re lacking the technical chops, which is not just disappointing, it’s distracting. Thankfully, the production is good enough to still carry them but they shouldn’t rely on that.

It’s hard to pick highlights on an album that lulls you into electric relaxation like this, but on third listen, “Be Me,” “I Can Be,” and “The Dwell” are sounding nice like that.

SD CityBeat: Album Review: Crhymes – The Evolution of Crhymes

I should’ve posted this up last week but I wasn’t feeling too hot. Kim Kardashian’s divorce can really leave you in shambles like that. But yeah, I reviewed Crhymes’s latest album, The Evolution of Crhymes, in this week’s issue of CityBeat. To tell you the truth though, I’m not entirely digging the final review. The biggest issue is that I have a limited word count that I must adhere to. In my self-editing, I had to ask myself if I wanted to: A. talk about Crhymes’s voice and why I didn’t like it; OR B. defend gangsta rap from the possible implications of this album’s title/concept. I chose the latter. But excluding the former and then adding further edits from my editor really seemed to take the teeth out of it.

The other issue that I really can’t go without saying is that Crhymes is a good dude and an advocate for the San Diego scene. He runs DagoSD.com radio, I think he helped get that CityBeat article about the shootings in Southeast published, he votes for godawful Lil Uno videos on MTV just to support SD artists. He’s a very earnest, eager person. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that him being a stand-up dude wasn’t in the back of my mind when listening to the album.

In a nutshell: the album is better than I’d thought it would be. Crhymes has heart but I don’t like his voice very much. Evolve provides soul sample-based, comfort food beats. But don’t for a second think this makes it high art as opposed to the g-funk/Ecay Uno-driven production on One Breath Closer. Read a grab below and then check the first link above for the full article:

As the program director at Internet radio station DagoSD.com, Latino rapper Crhymes is eager to connect with other artists to promote them and broaden his reach. On his new album, The Evolution of Crhymes, he works with one of his newer connections, beatmaker Evolve One. It’s an important partnership—while Crhymes’ earlier work focused on gangster-friendly West Coast G-funk, Evolve introduces soul-sample loops and, with it, what some might consider a more artistic experience. Whether or not you interpret this as Crhymes’ evolution, as the title suggests, depends on your preference for the two seemingly opposite hip-hop styles.

SD CityBeat: Album Review: Treali Duce – The Flesh



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I reviewed Treali Duce’s The Flesh over at CityBeat this week. To sum up, Treali has a ton of heart and enough skill to go with it. I might’ve said this before, but he reminds me of Z-Ro, who is like if Bun B could stand on his own and who is also one of my personal favorite rappers. Get a snip below and read the full article at CityBeat here (hah, as if it’s long enough to tease just a snip).

Before Treali Duce would call himself a rapper, he would probably identify himself as a man of God. Thankfully for us, that makes for more compelling music whether or not you’re a God-fearing man. The Flesh is Treali’s follow-up to last year’s emotional A Man’s Heart, which garnered a San Diego Music Award nomination. The title employs the Biblical concept of “the flesh” to add moral weight to the proceedings.

What follows is 41 minutes of gangster rap tempered by Treali’s Christian outlook. If most rappers are imitating Tony Montana from Scarface, Treali would be more like Leon from Leon: The Professional. He’s a conflicted character, a “bad guy” fighting to redeem himself.

Listen to “Addiction” above and watch “Crash Dummie” after the jump. The Flesh is available at Fam Mart and at Kunaki. Read more of this post

Review: J. Blow – Summer EP

I reviewed J. Blow’s Summer EP over at SoundDiego. Unfortunately, I forgot to include the outgoing link to actually be able to listen to the music. I’ve remedied that above with the Bandcamp player (btw, I <3 Bandcamp). "CA Knights" is that shit.

Summer is officially over on the calendar, but in San Diego, summer doesn’t really end for awhile. As I type this, the sun is beaming outside, bouncing off the leaves of the bushes and slipping through the blinds of my window. J. Blow, producer and DJ from the Fam Royal crew, released the Summer EP at the end of the summer, seemingly to capture the feeling of summer and prolong it through sound waves for just a little while longer.

To accomplish his goal, J. Blow has enlisted the help of Fam Royal’s extended, uh, family of artists, including Broken Dreams, Brother Nature, Piff Herrera and Parker Edison (of Parker & the Numberman). The production J. Blow provides them with is pretty much what you’d expect from a project paying tribute to summer. Soul samples abound, wrapped in a blanket of beautiful strings and keys, creating a warm haze to canvas summertime nostalgia.

What surprises me is the strong showing from the two members of Brother Nature — Real J. Wallace and Bam Circa 86 — who both perform solo songs on Summer. “Summer Days” finds Real J. at a crossroads. He’s arrived at that coming-of-age moment and he knows it, so he looks back fondly on the youthful summer memories before saying goodbye to them for good.

The far-and-away standout track is the climactic closer “CA Knights,” by Bam Circa 86. It’s a sort of victory lap for Bam. Who knows what he’s celebrating, but that doesn’t matter because the way he celebrates is just gorgeous. J. Blow’s instrumental reminds me of some of the more transcendent, downright spirit-awakening moments from Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On? A sampled songstress reaches for the heavens with her ooh’s, and Bam reaches along with her, increasing his intensity and working out this rhythm between himself and the sample. He’s never sounded this good. This is an excellent cap on a solid EP.