Waddup, everybody?! Yeah yeah, I know I've been slacking and haven't hooked up a Party & Bullsh*t column in a couple of weeks, but even I have to put aside the party and the bullshit and make some of that filthy, filthy lucre. (I had to write about pop country. During CMA week. It was rough. I spent a few days twitching in a corner after it was done.) Needless to say, it's nice to be back in the hip-hop trenches. First off, peep the new video from King Duck — P&B regular Ducko McFli's new project with Chris King. All I'm gonna say is "Rio on the hook" and leave it at that. Oh, and props to Xclusive Access Media for making that empty lot at the corner of 12th and Demonbreun look cool as hell. I've always asked myself, "Why is that spot still empty?" Turns out the answer was, "So they can make a dope fucking video." Works for for me.
Now it's time to get this party rollin' and the bullshit flowin'...
The King Duck record is, needless to say, dope. Ducko's got a riveting flow that nestles into the song like an instrument, fitting into the arrangements in a way that we don't hear on a lot of tapes. He's a producer primarily, so it shouldn't be a surprise that he would write that way, but I figure I should mention it. Beat-wise, King and McFli deliver 11 tracks of soulful Southern boom-bap — think The Mighty 147 with the script flipped on a hip-hop tip. Definitely smooth, catchy as hell, King Duck hits the sweet spot. Download it now and pretend that it's not Monday and you're not at work. You'll be glad you did.
* Bam! New Fate Eastwood mix tape all up in this motherfucker! I think The Architect might be my go-to tape from here on out when people are like "What's cool in Nashville hip-hop?" It's got a stellar lineup of local MCs — Young Rell, OpenMic, Dee Goodz Stix Izza, Ofishal, Bezzeled Gang — and Fate's always-buttah beats from beginning to end. Plus, it's got some of my favorite Starlito verses of the year. Which, as I've said before, is reason enough to grab a mix tape. Nashville hip-hop at its finest right here.
* Hey, it's Thanksgiving time! Which I guess in the retail and advertising worlds means that it's time for Christmas music, but I'm not really feeling it yet. Well, except for this, but I'm kind of a weirdo. Anyway, Daily Bread, the new tape from D.O.U.G.H., seems to be more seasonally appropriate than, say, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." It's got an introspective vibe and big, warm beats, probably goes well with a mug of mulled cider and a plate full of food.
* As y'all have probably noticed, I like some seriously out-there shit sometimes. This is one of those times. Ziggurat's Flossed In Space is in the running for my space-rap record of the year, full of liquid melodies, nebulous arrangements and super-boomin' kick drums. Plus, Kidsmeal scratches all over it, and there's a guest appearance form legendary underground rapper Percee P. Also, it's really fun when you're stoned. Which I'm going to assume you are.
* While I am generally a supporter of the Occupy Wall Street movement — I'm a broke-ass armchair Marxist, of course I'm on board — I'm generally not into the whole "songs inspired by OWS" trend that's popping up. This song, for instance, makes me feel particularly stabby. Amerigo Gazaway's new track "Who We Are," on the other hand, is worth repeat listens. Mournful horns, aching piano and a healthy dose of self-criticism keep "Who We Are" from feeling like some quick cash-in, PR-generating bullshit. Also, it's not Third Eye Blind, which counts for a lot.
All right, I'm gonna listen to this new Yelawolf album. If you have any hot shows, new tapes or dope shows, holler at me on Twitter or email music[at]nashvillescene[dot]com.