Yip Yip are from Florida and are c-r-a-z-y. You need crack pipes and Derrida books to understand this madness. They've toured with Austin Devo-likes Zom Zoms and if you ever saw both of them ever play together you would understand Niels Bohr and stare at Egon Schiele paintings all day. Outside is a painting.

Mogwai used to be fun but now they're all sleepy-eyed and dull.
Mr. Beast could have been interesting but instead it was just Erik Satie pianos, droopy riffs and the same loud/quiet paradigm that others like Mono and Explosions in the Sky are great at. Maybe I'm just bored with fuzzy guitars and slow, macho melodies. Cover art is fantastic, though.


I wish they could just mic the album cover.

Mystery Twin is a duo who makes pretty shoegazer pop. Their debut album, Petty Theft has just come and you should hide in the middle of a street with some large silver headphones and listen and listen.

Rock bands are all family. But, Blood on the Wall are, like, really related. The trio is following up their horny second album, Awesomer, by opening up for everyone's favorite status quo freaks, the Yeah Yeah Yeah's. They've toured with the Psychic Ills and Black Dice, so you know, they like homeless-looking people. And there's a brown guy in the band! Can you say Fader cover?



Dates, children:

4/3: Washington, DC ­– 9:30 Club
4/5: Philadelphia, PA – Trocadero
4/7: Boston, MA – Orpheum Theatre
4/8: Montreal, QUE – Metropolis
4/10: Toronto, ONT – Kool Haus
4/11: Royal Oak, MI – Royal Oak Music Theatre
4/12: Cleveland, OH – Agora Theatre
4/14: Chicago, IL – Riviera Theatre
4/15: Milwaukee, WI ­– Riverside Theatre
4/16: Minneapolis, MN ­– First Avenue
4/18: Omaha, NE – Sokol Auditorium
4/19: St. Louis, MO ­– The Pageant
4/21: Denver, CO – Fillmore Auditorium
4/22: Salt Lake City, UT – University of Utah
4/24: Vancouver, BC – Orpheum Theatre
4/25: Seattle, WA – Paramount Ballroom
4/26: Portland, OR – Roseland Ballroom
4/28: San Francisco, CA – The Warfield
4/29: San Francisco, CA – The Warfield

Little Brother are a soulful, throwback rap trio that makes everyone who says the words "golden age" too much, happy. PETA love animals and want you to love them as well. For the record, I was veggie-ish for five years and fell off the bandwagon when I went to Mexico (in case you were wondering, they haven't got that word in the Spanish dictionary, yet). Story goes like this: PETA did an interview with Little Brother two years ago when they were vegetarians. Then, they started eating meat again. Well, two years later PETA posts the interview. Dante, of Little Brother, had this to say:

Them niggas is bonkers fam…..and I don't endorse them niggas IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM…..

Basically, me and Pooh went for a while where we had both stopped eating meat…and while we were vegetarian, PETA asked us to do an interview at the Rock The Bells festival….niggas was like, 'Cool…."

We ain't know them niggas was gon' run the shit TWO YEARS LATER after niggas done fell off the wagon……didn't they read my waing blog?

Plus, my problems with PETA run waaaaay deeper than that. To me, they come across as rich white folk who are privileged enough to fight a 'struggle' that the average everyday working person could really give a fuck about. Meat is murder? Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit! Meat ain't murder, its what's for dinner!


Somewhere, Morrissey is crying.

Parisian Isolee's new record of collected singles and old material is a perfect compliment to last year's brilliant Wearemonster. Pitter-patter beats and cross-eyed textures make drums squint. Like Ricardo Villalobos with thicker basslines, both producers are meticulous with surgeon-like precision.




For more juicy words on Isolee check out Philip Sherburne's review of Western Store.

Brian Eno- Unfamiliar Wind (Leek Hills)


I want to run outside and hug electric trees when I hear this. Brian Eno has changed the way I think about music which is what I imagine most musicians should be doing.

Thugs need hugs, too.

The Ladies- Black Caesar/Red Sonja


What these guys do with drums should only be done with laptops. Needless to say two people making Bad Brains-meets-Prefuse 73 drums is neat.

WE LIKE THE LADIES WE LIKE THE LADIES WE LIKE THE LADIES



The Ladies- Vacation, Asyphxia, Vacation

Eric B. and Rakim- Paid in Full (Coldcut Remix)


Classsssssssssssssssic!

Austin's Weird Weeds are one of the best bands the tiny capitol city has to offer. This trio has opened for Xiu Xiu and they're CD-R album, Hold Me is a great record of catchy melodies and complicated rock.

Listen to the record here.

And they're touring this fall. Pencil these dates:

Apr 12 2006 8:00P The Blue Theater Austin, TX
May 30 2006 8:00P The Proletariat w/Picastro! Houston, TX
Sep 7 2006 8:00P Baton Rouge Baton Rouge, LA
Sep 8 2006 8:00P Nashville Nashville, TN
Sep 9 2006 8:00P Knoxville Knoxville, TN
Sep 10 2006 8:00P Chapel Hill Chapel Hill, NC
Sep 11 2006 8:00P Baltimore Baltimore, MD
Sep 12 2006 8:00P Kutztown Kutztown, PA
Sep 13 2006 8:00P Philadelphia Philadelphia, PA
Sep 14 2006 8:00P Brooklyn Brooklyn, NY
Sep 15 2006 8:00P Manhattan Manhattan, NY
Sep 16 2006 8:00P Boston Boston, MA
Sep 17 2006 8:00P Western Mass Northampton, MA
Sep 18 2006 8:00P Cornell University Ithaca, NY
Sep 19 2006 8:00P The Bug Jar Rochester, NY
Sep 20 2006 8:00P Toronto Toronto
Sep 21 2006 8:00P Oberlin Oberlin, OH
Sep 22 2006 8:00P Chicago Chicago, IL
Sep 23 2006 8:00P St. Louis St. Louis, MO

I was listening to this album again yesterday by Michigan's Wolf Eyes and everyone should wake up with this noisy record. Burned Mind came out two years ago on Sub Pop but stands up there with other great white noise bands. Like an academic paper on the history of tejano music, this band will keep you white-hot. And keep yr ears throbbing.

The Eternals are a nutso three-piece from Chicago with roots in dub, the Tortoise school of slow rock and German rhythms. Their High Anxiety EP is delicious and messy. And with a record to be released later this by Aesthetics, you should pencil these dudes in.

No, really, did we pay the light bill?

German-Chilean wonderboy Ricardo Villalobos is having his back catalogue of snobby European released singles re-released starting with the 12" Que Belle Epoque . According to wacko record store/label Forced Exposure:

"Since all of Ricardo's vinyl releases are sold out for a long time and most of all never have been released on CD in full length, we decided due to worldwide big demand to re-release his works. Reason enough for Mr. Villalobos to gently remix and re-arrange 'Que Belle Epoque' without losing it's original appeal as the original already has been critically highly acclaimed in early 2000 with comments like: 'stirring,' (Raveline 2/00), 'top class,' (De:Bug magazine 1/00), 'remarkable' (Groove 1/00)."

I remember asking Maseo of De La Soul once if he liked AOI:Bionix as it was coming out in a few months. I had heard some bad things about it, so I was wondering what he thought. He laughed at how absurd the question was, looking at me all funny. But, it was a real question: is it possible for someone to not like their own music? To know their records can be wick-wick wack. Was there such a critical space between him and I that he couldn't hear how bad that album was?

And then he said, "hells yeah, I do, of course!"

I think theres a lesson, not sure, though.

Scottish duo Boards of Canada may have come out with a so-so record last year with the Campfire Headphase but I like to give people a chance. Not you, Prince. TransCanada Highway is six tracks of more bearded magic. With remixes from Odd Nosdam, whose criminally overlooked record Burner, looks like they've made up for being mediocre. I want to play Boards of Canada for my nephew and niece, again.

Tracklisting:

01. Dayvan Cowboy
02. Left Side Drive
03. Heard From Telegraph Lines
04. Skyliner
05. Under The Coke Sign
06. Dayvan Cowboy (Odd Nosdam Remix)

Brazilian crooner and America's favorite ethnic singer, Seu Jorge, whose terrific record Cru last year topped Hold on to Young Ideas' best of list, which means nothing but we like to mention it anyway. Homedude finally lands on these shores as an immigrant, then he will be asked to leave. But, first! He's gonna play his heart out at the below places. I plan on seeing him at Central Park Summerstage. Be there. Unless, you know, you speak another language or whatever. Eww.


Dates:

03-30 New York, NY - Beacon Theatre *
03-31 Boston, MA - Orpheum Theatre *
04-01 Washington, DC - Lisner Auditorium *
04-27 New York, NY - Irving Plaza #
04-28 Miami, FL - North Beach Bandshell
04-30 Indio, CA - Empire Polo Field (Coachella)
06-16 Manchester, TN - Bonnaroo
06-18 San Francisco, CA - Sigmund Stern Grove $
06-20 Portland, OR - Aladdin Theater
06-22 Seattle, WA - Neumos
06-23 Vancouver, British Columbia - Centre for the Performing Arts (Vancouver International Jazz Festival) %
06-24 Winnipeg, Manitoba - Pyramid Cabaret
06-26 Minneapolis, MN - Cedar Cultural Center
06-27 Madison, WI - Union Theater
06-28 Chicago, IL - Metro
06-30 Toronto, Ontario - Harbourfront Centre
07-01 Philadelphia, PA - Trocadero
07-02 New York, NY - Central Park Summerstage
07-05 Boston, MA - Museum of Fine Arts
07-06 Quebec City, Quebec - Quebec City International Summer Festival

With last year's Thrills behind her, Ellen Allien's new record with Apparat is nothing short of awesome. I wasn't feeling Thrills as much as I loved Berlinette and this record, Orchestra of Bubbles is definitely peppy. "Turbo Dreams", the lead single is punchy Bpitch techno with hints of electric guitars that bump you upside the head.

The album comes out April 3rd.

You can hear the record streamed here.

Psychedelic rock has got you down? Bummed when you hear that Amon Duul song on that Toyota commercial? Well, sit down partner, cause 60's Houston-bred band The Red Krayola have a new album coming out April on Drag City called Introduction. And theres talks of putting together a documentary about this legendary band that hasn't always lived up to its great name.

Put that remote down and go grab that Neu! t-shirt.

With their follow-up to A New White called for hero: for fool being released later this year by Lex Records, those wiry dudes Subtle are looking for something to keep boredom away. So, they're releasing a CD/DVD collection of new material, remixes and the like for you in May. Wishingbone is a delicious mix from Beck, Hrvatski, Mike Patton and Ms. John Soda. I'll have MP3's soon.

If that ain't enough, they'll be touring all of April. Dates, everybody:

4-6 - Los Angeles, CA - Knitting Factory
4-7 - San Francisco, CA - Slims
4-8 - Eugene, OR - WOW Hall
4-10 - Portland, OR - Dougfir
4-11 - Seattle, WA - Neumo's
4-14 - Minneapolis, MN - Triple Rock
4-15 - Chicago, IL - Bottle / Abbey
4-16 - Detroit, MI - Magic Stick
4-17 - Toronto, ONT - Lee's Palace
4-18 - Montreal, PQ - La Sala
4-19 - Boston, MA - TT
4-20 - New York, NY - Knitting Factory
4-21 - Philadelphia, PA - First Unit Church
4-22 - Chapel Hill, NC - Local 506
4-23 - Atlanta, GA - Drunken Unicorn
4-24 - Baton Rouge, LA - Spanish Moon
4-25 - Austin, TX - Emo's
4-26 - Denton, TX - Hailey's
4-28 - Tucson, AZ - Congress
4-29 - San Diego, CA - Casbah

Liars- Be Quiet Mr. Heart Attack


Liars are hard to pin down. They started out as critical darlings during the New York garage rock blah blah of a three years ago even though they played post-punk. And after making a record Throbbing Gristle probably plays when they go to sleep, they scooted to Berlin and made their recent gem, Drum's Not Dead. Like Animal Collective but grown up and not in some dreamyland, they pound out druggy freak anthems for people not yet born.


Liars- Let's Not Wrestle Mr. Heart Attack


But, just when you have them pegged for these simpletons, Angus and company drop one of the greatest mopey songs I've heard this year. Ready for Sofia Coppola to snag it for Lost in Translation, Again, its perfect music potion for cynicism.

Liars- The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack

Cool Calm Pete is one-third of New York rap crew Babbletron which I wrote about for Urb a long time ago. When an intern at the Def Jux offices played his demo for label manager DJ Ese and immediately signed them to the Embedded label. After Babbletron's debut was solid, Calm Pete's solo debut showed that he could bring heat like three jackets on.

Sleepy? Throw those pillows away and give his record a listen.

Bonnie Prince Billy- Ain't You Wealthy, Ain't You Wise

Bonnie "Prince" Billy, known to you nerds as Will Oldham, makes music from the olden days. Problem is I never lived those olden days. But, I love his music anyway. Three years ago, I discovered this troubadour when I saw him open up for Bjork in Colorado for thousands in a black T-shirt and peach-colored pants. With only a guitar and himself he wowed us. These songs are from his masterful Master and Everyone record.





Bonnie Prince Billy- The Way

Cornelius- Tone Twilight Zone

Named after the character from Planet of the Apes, Japanese surrealist pop star Cornelius has been a favorite of mine for years. I first heard him in high school when I picked up a copy of Fantasma and have been waiting for a follow-up to Point. These songs are from such record and I hope you like it.






Cornelius- Point of View Point

I had been waiting to see Spankrock for some time when I finally caught their brief set in Austin during SXSW. Normally, I don't complain about shows. But, I just couldn't believe how a terrible soundsystem ruined this set. These guys were bonkers later that week at Oslo but this show was doo-doo. And it wasn't there fault, not at all. But, when it takes half an hour to set up and then the hippie soundman, whose probably thinks KRS-ONE is a sports drink, mics these guys like they were Wolfmother. And then the same thing happened with Lady Sovereign right after! Way too long to set up and the same system cut her off mid-song twice. Horrific. Then, later on in the week, it took Ghostface (as it had in the past when I had seen him) an hour to set up and come on stage. But, thats just a Wu-Tang thing I guess. It took Love is All half that time and they had instruments! Of course, I'm generalizing a frustration, but for real, can people with CD players, a couple turntables and a laptop take that long?

I guess the answer is yes.

I love these dudes like I love my mom. Joselo is a sweetheart, I was fortunate enough to interview him last year for The Austin Chronicle. We talked books, mainly. Turns out he's a big Philip K. Dick fan and when I inquired if he had ever read Samuel R. Delany, he was said "Nova" was great. But, please listen to this song. Off of Cuatro Caminos it stands (or sits) as one of the best rock songs of the past five years at least. Mopey, smart, dense and produced by David Fridmann, its beautiful. And I give them credit for introducing a Beastie Boys-esque irony and humor into Mexican pop. I'm working on a book about these dudes, if that tells you anything. I'll stop now.

Cafe Tacuba- Encantamiento Inutil

Simply Saucer- Electro Rock


Like Amon Duul II was from Quebec, Simply Saucer played their ittie-bittie psychedelic hearts out. Grumpy guitars, wavy-haired riffs and bulbous basslines that I would love to hug. But, it doesn't stop there. Throwing in synthesizers and ten-minute songs gives these dudes German citizenship because they slanged Krautrock like crack. Cyborgs Revisited was there only album in 1975.


Simply Saucer- Here Come the Cyborgs, Pt. 2

Forget all that weak punk shit!


Melt Banana has always made me want to break things. Masked guitarists, affable singers that yelp like Minnie Mouse and one of the fiercest bands to ever play rock. Charlie I got back when buying albums from the internet was fresh. But, then some geeks introduced me to Napster and whamo! Listening to these songs years later makes me feel old. Heart was jumping like my peoples at recent illegal immigration protests. Like there was something out there.


Melt Banana- Introduction for Charlie

And they make you remember why bands like the Germs or Black Flag ever picked up guitars and threw down the deodorant. What.

Melt Banana- Tapir's Flown Away

I am going to be buying the Wonder Showzen hallucinatory dvd and you should too.Because I forgot what surrealism was.



AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Japanese music should have its own commercial where robots have their own jeans and some weirdo German band can do the music. And then pink light washes us like the cover of Loveless. Tokyo Art Beat, on the contrary, is real, and is where you should look if you want to dream of walking around Harajuku.

and then you walk on new york streets looking at cracked windows like burnt reflections. i wanted to tell you once that the white smoke from those oil refineries once made clouds, but back then i was just a kid.

Purple mountains and one that looked like a saddle. I was in Monterrey again. Streets here looked like pictures of Spain I saw once in a magazine, old and pebbled. I walked on the sidewalk, neon signs for drugstores glowing.

Then, I heard a woman scream, making me cover my ears because it was so loud.

Two cars, one a lime-green taxicab and the other a small two-door Japanese one, had just smashed into each other. Blood across the windshield. In the Japanese car, a couple is squirming to get out, moaning. The taxicab has a woman in it, middle-aged, long black hair, pressing her hands against her window, trying to get out. People start to crowd around.

I try to look away, but can’t move my eyes. I want to look.

And I hear the screams from the taxicab. Like the wails of a little girl: long, undulating, deep heartfelt cries of hurt. I can’t see her face. I try to walk over to the car but someone grabs me from behind, stopping me. I look behind me and its Tia Licha dressed in a flowery red dress like she wears every Sunday to Mass, her black hair done up nicely. Tears in her eyes. Her head is shaking, telling me not to look, not to go, but I can’t help it.

Mami was bleeding. I knew that much. But, instead, I look at the two cars, and notice how quiet it all is. The silence after a crash--how everything is so still. Tia Licha is behind me, sobbing. I looked at her, wanting to cry too.

“You looked so much like her. Your face, the cheeks--you have her cheeks. I loved her so much. But what she did I can’t forgive her for. She was strong, but she was hardheaded, too. And she got what God gave her.”

I looked back at the two cars.

Then, I woke up.

* * *

Wearing a white Kafka T-Shirt that read in small letters You Didn’t Love Him Enough across the bottom and a striped tan-colored scarf with some dark blue jeans, I blinked. Two white kids, both wearing jeans way too big for them, stared at my bright green Adidas. Sitting on a new bus, an old blue and white iBook laptop warmed my legs. I was coming home from work. I had wasted another day typing HTML code and copyediting some teenager’s dumb blog entry about what clothes she bought today. I wanted to walk out of the office, not say a word to anyone and never come back. But, I had rent to pay.

I worked for this huge company that had recently bought out the webzine that hired me. It started in a tiny two-bedroom apartment in Los Feliz and after it got in all kinds of magazines and a bunch of other websites, this huge media company bought them out. Thousands of kids went to it everyday to share shit about their lives and I helped sell it to marketing firms. I looked at my wobbly reflection in the window.

Numbing my dark brown hands, the sun was going down.

Hitting a bump, the bus almost threw my laptop on the ground. Grabbing it, I saw an opened blog--someone’s photos. Nameless person, someone I had never met or probably would ever meet, took one photo a day in LA and would post it. Every time I opened the site, I would remember the same thing.

I had never seen a picture of Mami’s face before. I didn’t even know what she looked like even though Tia Licha told me I looked just like her. They say she didn’t like pictures taken of her, that she avoided cameras. And years later, no one had any pictures of her, not that I knew of, not even baby ones of her in Monterrey or ones of her holding me like I imagine she did, when I was little.

I’m twenty-five and never been out of the country.

Looping on my laptop was a video clip that I left open from when I was at my office fifteen minutes ago, of the president giving the middle finger to the camera when he was running for governor. I looked up and watched the people on the bus. Pakistani couples, two of them, talked to each other in an almost perfect English about the recent earthquake. An old black man, had to be at least seventy, sat a few seats from me flipping through The Los Angeles Times business section, shaking his head and coughing periodically. I looked at my black calculator watch that I bought from a thrift-store off of Fairfax. Driving was for everyone--rich, poor, probably even the homeless. But, if you were really, really poor, you rode the bus. I was on this thing because I wrecked my car two weeks now, now stuck in a shop off of Pico, next to all these other repair shops. These people make their living on the death of others, watching cars crumble like paper bags of fast food. And they smile when you walk in the door.

Like the dream I had last night.

I looked down again, at the computer screen with the huge glare. I smelled my own breath and it was kind of nasty from the Italian food I had on a late lunch. Reached for my bright red purse to see if I had some gum, but there was nothing but a blank sheet of paper, pictures I cut out from last week’s LA Weekly, my driver’s license and a credit card. With my left hand, I scratched my thin nose. Dark brown fingers moved nervously. I pushed my clear plastic frames from sliding down my nose.

Loud giggles took my eyes off the screen. With a whispery voice, the girl across from me was talking real loud, and then, in a split second, she jumped out of her seat and slammed her feet on the floor, hitting the tips of my shoes because my feet were stretched out. Hurting, I looked at this damn girl like I wanted to kill her. But she sat down again and didn’t even see me. She just kept talking to this sitcom-looking guy. Short, choppy brown hair, clean-shaven face: he was what white girls always got. I never, ever talked loud in public places and I hated people who did. I kept my mouth shut and just listened.

“Yesterday, I was watching MTV en español. I was stoned as hell and they had all these crazy videos from Mexico on there. Weird electro bands like Mannequin Lazer, PLASTICGOD, Niña, and some DJ who wouldn’t stop smoking cigarettes. Blurry and shit, I couldn’t think straight!”

I took a second to look around the bus, to see if anyone else was listening, which they weren’t. My toes still hurt. Buzzing made me turn around and I listened to the shitty elevator jazz coming out of the thirty-something woman’s white iPod ear buds next to me. I wanted to rip those little white headphones off and eat them.

Juiceboxxx is Wisconsin minstrel rap. Electro dirtyness with white rap and it is great. I wrote about him in my XLR8R column and for good reason. With one record under his sleeve, its like listening to Le Tigre rhyme.


Seriously.

Juana Molina's new album comes out in May. Son is a self-produced gem, where she is more polished than on Segundo and the tiny beats are richer. Warm voice hums over microphones. Long hair is probably waving as the speakers pitter-patter.

Imports are usually the business of geeks (what are you looking at me for?) but this is definitely worth hunting down. DJ Krush takes the Boredoms catalog and it sounds just like you would imagine. Japanese people make machines sound real.


And I can't wait to hear what the Boredoms do next.

Ghostface's new syllable-punishing opus comes out tomorrow (for you old-timey folks who like to still trot down to the record store as opposed to downloading). Fish Scale is reportedly like Supreme Clientele but better. Verbs get beat up and nonconformist beats wiggle their toes.


Ghostdini is back.

The Knife's Silent Shout is indeed one of the best techno records out. But, don't take my word for it.

Most of you scruffy-haired people have already heard Drum's Not Dead but please listen to it again. Angus' voice is like watching a tree grow. 'The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack" is the best mopey post-rock song this year, thus far.

MP3's soon.

LA's The Smell, along with Denton's Rubbergloves, are probably two of the grimiest music places in America. I watched two members of the Animal Collective play one of the best shows of my life two years ago at Rubbergloves. Then, when I asked one of them dudes what they listened to, he was like, "minimal techno" and walked off. With venues becoming clean and new like rap, these two places are worth visiting if you're ever in the area.

You never know who you'll see.

Purple rocks are not to be lived under but rather looked at. And, if you haven't been under those magic rocks you should know Arthur magazine is New Yorker for us other people. Example: Hua Hsu, whose blogging up a storm nowadays, interviewed My Bloody Valentine there once (!), M.I.A. did a great interview with them once and theres always these neato ads for music. Reading its free pages is always like going to the library with an Uncle who sells LSD.


Green beards are the future.

Manu Chao- Bienvenida a Tijuana

Minstrel pop is in like DJ Screw tapes always will be. But, Manu Chao, son of a lawyer, nomad, plays UN pop; transcultural, messy, hopeful and loud. Clandestino is a classic but not in the Rolling Stone way, more in a way that regular folks love. Open ears, messy hearts.


This track is from his live record which is nothing like the echoey, large political statements his albums are. Dance, please.

My Robot Friend!!!!!

Art Prostitute is a magazine and gallery in Denton that brings dumb hot street art from all over the world. With two owners that know what they're doing and a history that includes Kozyndan and David Choe, we love them.

KRAVETS|WEHBY gallery in New York, stuffed in the thousands of galleries in Chelsea is simple and messy with wonderful paintings. Aaron Romine recently showed there and we love love love love love .




(Apologies for the lack of posts, I'm still trying to catch up after SXSW, but know that we have some great stuff coming up including new Subtle mp3's, a new Juana Molina record, Flosstradamus mixes, an interview with Xiu Xiu and some Liars mp3's.)

Last week Big Juss told me that EL-P, Len and him were working on a new record to be done in 2007. Believe it folks, the originators of DIY rap are back.


Crank out your Timberlands and dictionaries.


More news as it develops.