Bang Bang.


Could not help but be reminded of this refreshingly ignorant (what I mean is, the director (Gza?) put a very “fun” and creative spin on something as ignorant as club/party shoot-outs) Wu video when catching a bit of some new Green Day video on TV this morning, a video which featured a couple in a home being slowly shot up by who we should probably think are the authorities (the bullets also barely missing the band whilst in “scene performance” mode…darn). Honestly, I cannot even recall what channel it was, since no one plays music videos anymore. And no, I’m not a fan of Green Day at all…I just wanted to see what a popular band these days chooses to do for visual stimuli (aside from getting Hot Topic “girly” hair and guyliner). Yes, fuck you.

For obvious reasons, this may have slipped by some when it was originally released…thank you Youtube. I’ve always loved the song, especially how it presents itself as a formatless romp through varied style and content (plus the random 2-bar change up), and the video does the job as a music video should (if it isn’t quite telling a story, it at least accentuates the imagery and ideas found within the lyrics…that being said, I favor the more non-literal of these visual accompaniments). Raw.

Nothing like the smallest cat in the crew, U-God, wielding the biggest cannon, Desert Eagle. (Pause)

Awkward White Girl Alert!

Love this joint though…

Needless to say, we were thoroughly entertained by this old issue of Smack DVD. The aforementioned random looking girl of “whiter” persuasion came packaged with a pretty ridiculous name and apparently was an aspiring rapper at the time (who isn’t?). See the “Comments” of the posted clip for more laughs and the unveiling of her name (as I refuse to bring such a level of absurdity to this holy ground).

…but again, this has got to be one of the hardest joints Saigon has ever put out. Die hard fans will probably be mad at me for saying that, since people gravitate towards the more conscious/lyrical stuff he’s done (some of which I can get into as well)…but this joint simply bumps tough and carries an off-the-charts, hanging-and-swinging-from-the-pipes-in-the-basement energy reminiscent of a Boom Bap-era KRS-1.

Plus that dusty, hypnotic, evil Spaghetti Western piano beat is a product of track vet, EZ Elpee. Saaaaaaynnnnnn?!???!?!?!!