A suggestion from the box (thanks, Emily!), this North Carolina rhymesayer recently saw an album’s worth of his raps remixed by the one-and-only 9th Wonder — check his soulful treatment of Kaze’s Mother’s Day ode, “Should’ve Been Here.” And, from his Enemy of the State LP, K-Hill’s funky chipmunkification of “On” is particularly, well, on.
Split Lip Rayfield
Serge, 3hive’s official pro bono legal counsel, announced a few months ago that he’s getting married, and to celebrate this exciting news (and see if there was any validity in it — he sent the email on April 1st, one year exactly after he told everyone he was going to be on The Apprentice, and got us all excited until we looked again at the date) I’m posting bluegrass. Serge is from Kentucky, and he likes to represent so much that I think bluegrass is all he listens to. Anyway, my neighbor Chuck sent me some links to Split Lip Rayfield that sound like the real thing, bluegrass, heavily tattooed and drunk. So Serge, I hope you’re actually getting married; if not, I hope you at least enjoy Split Lip Rayfield’s guitar, banjo, mandolin, and bass made out of an old gas tank.
Mike Park
On July 2nd, Mike Park’s “Living Room Tour” is coming to Livonia, MI, a few miles down the road from here. First he’s playing in Ben’s living room in the afternoon, then there’s an evening show for Stephanie and Andrew. How cool is that? Maybe we can set up a 3hive sponsorship and I could carry his guitar case inside the house or something. The back-to-basics spirit of the tour matches perfectly with Park’s musical approach; think of Woody Guthrie’s social vision — “This guitar kills Fascists” — or the in-your-face emotion of Billy Bragg. Mike Park may not be the best guitar player ever, or have the finest singing voice, but when he tells you he thinks racism sucks, you can be sure he means it.
The Mexicos
Don’t let the name fool you. The Mexicos ain’t Mexican. They’re Swedish, no doubt dreaming of the warm sunshine and luscious avocados of Mexico. The Mexicos play simple pop that is light without being lightweight, airy not airheady, and whimsical without being insulting. So grab your sombrero, you know, the one with the Swedish flag in it.
MC Chris
I first heard MC Chris on last week’s installment of “Synchronicity” on KUCI with the always topical DJ Longbeard. He opened his show with the hilarious “Fette’s Vette” (follow along with the lyrics). Boba Fett is my son’s favorite Star Wars character. However, due to the song’s lyrical content, he won’t be hearing this song (he’s eight) nor will he be seeing the final Star Wars installment. I hear it’s just a tad too dark. Lucas sucks. He lures the kiddies into SW I & II with a character like Jar Jar Binks, making the films nearly impossible to watch, then makes III nearly impossible for the kids to watch. So back to MC Chris — not only is he a prolific rapper (check out all the MP3s on his site), he’s also the voice for MC Pee Pants on Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
The Twin Atlas
The Twin Atlas craft tiny, shimmering jewels of folk pop which are driving me wild of late. Speaking of which, the duo sport the same exact animal masks on their bio page that my two sons are fond of wearing any time of the year BUT Halloween [picture not available] at which point they inevitably want to be dress up as something that requires purchase of an overpriced costume. Way more MP3s on the band’s site, which is also the best place to buy their CDs.
Quiet Life
Back in my day… you wouldn’t be caught dead listening to Bruce Springsteen. But what did I know? We were a bunch of suburban punk rock kids; we were beyond anything that sounded like it was made in Iowa. I’m less closed-minded nowadays, thankfully, but I still haven’t got around to listening to the Boss. Bands like Quiet Life make me think I probably should.
Seedy Gonzales
Never mind the silly name, this is some serious — as in rambling-slice-of-life-Lou-Reed-style-narrative serious — rock ‘n’ roll.
The 101
Lest we forget that the three golden rules of pop are hooks, hooks, and hooks, the 101 are here to remind us, and remind us, and remind us. It’s not just that the guitar-driven power pop melodies are spare and infectious, nor that the emo-laden lyrics are repeated with mantra-like efficiency, it’s that the combination feels like a head-bobbing security blanket that we can wrap ourselves around all summer long.
Mark McKay
I haven’t played as much air guitar as I did while listening to “I Know You Rider” since seeing Joe Satriani at Cobo Hall in Detroit in 1987. His is a different style than Mark McKay’s, mind you, with the latter tapping into the vibe of a ghostly night highway in the middle of nowhere, as opposed to Joe’s blistering fretwork. Really, the two likely have very little in common, and I haven’t listened to a note played by Joe S. since the late 1980s. Anyway, to summarize, if you dig the country rock, choose Mark McKay, not Joe Satriani.