First off, let's take care of a little business. If you, aspiring local rapper, would like to have your shit considered for review, please — please, please, please — make sure that all your metadata is straight. If I extract your files and there's no artist or album data you're not getting reviewed, plain and simple. See, if you don't have your metadata straight, my computer lumps you into the "unknown" category, and I'm not spending the time to look for it. I get an insane number of releases sent to me every week, and I do not have the time nor the desire to go looking for an artist that couldn't get his/her shit straight in the first place. And don't think I'm just singling out the hip-hop community on this one — the same rules apply to any artist.
Also, if you're looking for a review, don't send us an email that says:
"I have a rap Artist [REDACTED],,,,how would I go about getting you to put a feature in the Scene Magazine.....To check out his videos/songs...Google: [REDACTED] "BAG FULL OF MONEY or [REDACTED] "POCKETS"....
I'm not about to Google shit, motherfuckers. I got shit to do. Send me a fucking link and maybe (MAYBE) I'll listen to your shit, and maybe (MAYBE) even review it. Hell, I might even like it. Crazier things have happened. But seriously, put a little bit of effort into your releases if you want me to pay attention. Also, quit tweeting about how much weed you smoke and how everybody should be supporting you and all the huge things that you're gonna do once you get your movement started. That shit is HELLA annoying when you're not dropping tunes on the regular. A musical movement tends to start with, ya know, music.
Case in point: If you're gonna talk about how much weed you smoke, make a dope video with hot chicks in bikinis, like our main Dee Goodz — the dude manages to balance hedonism and heady vibes with a world-weary point of view. There's nothing wrong with smoking weed — all day, every day! — and there's nothing wrong with rapping about smoking weed, but if that's all you're tweeting about, then you're on my shit list. I don't need my news feed clogged up with your ham-fisted appropriations of old Cypress Hill skits in 140 characters. Actually, everybody just stop tweeting and start writing more songs. Slash-rant, as the kids say.
OK, now that the business portion of this weeks column is over, let's get on to the partyin' and bullshittin' ...
* Part of the reason I don't have time for your metadata-less mess is because there's a neverending supply of Starlito records to listen to. His follow-up to the monster Mental W@rfare album, Post-Traumatic Stress, might be the Breaking Bad of local hip-hop — the storytelling is top-notch, the team in the studio is top-notch, and there's a feeling that everything could run off the rails at any given moment. The title track, which features Robin Raynelle, is gorgeous and riveting, a heartbreaking tale of modern romance gone wrong. And there's an awesome Andy Griffith shout-out!
* You know what's another good way to get on the ol' P&B? Collaborate! While I tend to be a bit agoraphobic and generally misanthropic, I'm still an advocate of teamwork! Get out there and meet people! Make music together! And if you could keep it the some funkier-than-all-get-out, dusty-fingers-and-dirty-breaks tip, you're gonna have a leg up on the competition. "Victory Lap" on repeat.
* Take liberties with genre! Have fun with physical formats! Seriously folks, there's an infinite number of possibilities when it comes to making sounds these days, there's no reason to stick to the same tempo and synth tones all the time. Treekeeper has been behind the boards on some of my favorite local tunes of the past year, and none of them really stick to one aesthetic. It's fun, it keeps things interesting. Recycling last year's pop sounds, not so much.
Got your metadata straight? Hit me up on Twitter or email music[at]nashvillescene[dot]com.