currents

Written by   in  
**a/n: sorry, the currents this week are kind of uninspired. i'm like a lame horse right now, legit. term paper season makes me this weird, grouchy hermit that doesn't get a chance to listen to music, let alone have enough time to think of my top 10 songs. so here's possibly the blandest playlist ever.
xoxox ffh **

10. high off life - wzrd
9. swim until you can't see land - frightened rabbit
8. party - beyonce ft big sean
7. bonfire - childish gambino
6. don't stop - foster the people
5. castles in the snow - twin shadow
4. love hard - wzrd
3. carry on - fun.
2. rosie - the kooks
1. why am i the one? - fun.
Share:

late night with the wolfman

Written by   in , , ,  
it's the first late night/early morning/possible all nighter this semester, so i bring you my 'holy-fuck-why-didn't-i-start-this-paper-2-weeks-ago-when-it-was-assigned-instead-of-1:40am' playlist.

click after the jump for the full playlist

xoxoxoxox filthy fucking hipster

- lookin 4 ya - big boi ft andre 3000 & sleepy brown
- ronald regan era - kendrick lamar
- say it ain't so - weezer
- i just wanna party - yelawolf ft gucci mane
- sexting - schoolboy q
- iron - woodkid ...

Share:

lyrical fitness

Written by   in ,  
**a/n: i hate kreayshawn. let's just get this out in the open. but this song has been stuck in my head all day. kinda like a theme song for my university. fuckin rich bitches.**

one big room, full of bad bitches.
and we stunting like gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada. basic bitches wear that shit so i don't even bother.
gucci gucci, louis louis fendi fendi, prada-- the basic bitches wear that shit, so i don't even bother. i put that on my partner, i put that on my family. oakland city representer-- address me as your majesty. yeah, you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown. i smoke a million swisher blunts and i ain't never coming down. bitch, you ain't no barbie, i see you work at arby's. number 2, super-sized, hurry up i'm starving. gnarly, radical; on the block i'm magical. see me at your college campus, baggie full of adderalls. call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost. see them other chicken heads? they don't never leave the coop. i'm in the coupe cruising, i got the stolen plates. serving all the fiends over there by the golden gate bridge. i'm colder than the fridge and the freezer. i'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure.
gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada. basic bitches wear that shit so i don't even bother.
gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada. i'm looking like madonna but i'm flossing like ivana trump. you know i keep that work in my trunk, got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck. i'm yelling 'free v-nasty' til my throat is raspy. young, rich and flashy i be where the cash be-- you can't find that? i think you need a google map. my pearl handled kitty cat will leave and press your noodle back. now google that. groupies follow me like twitter; i'm rolling up my catnip and shittin gin your litter. why you looking bitter? i be looking better. the type of bitch that make you wish that you ain't never met her. the editor, director plus i'm my own boss. so posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss which means nobody getting over me i got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries.
one big room, full of bad bitches.
gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada. basic bitches wear that shit so i don't even bother.
oh, all you basic ass hoes out there; man, i got rooms full of bad bitches. they don't need gucci, the don't need louis. we swaggin'.
Share:

no room for a G

Written by   in , , ,  
question: who is this person, schoolboy q?
answer: someone who's about to blow your fuckin mind.

a little harder than i'd normally go. i'm not yet g enough for this kind of swag. i don't even have the linguistic capability to explain it. like i said, pathetically not g. i'm a kid from the prairies. i have no fucking idea what i'm doing in this sort of atmosphere. i would be so lost at one of these shows.
but i'll have a long way to travel before i can see that, so. moot point.

all my lack of g-ness aside, this is one of the best albums i've ever purchased, with some restrictions. it's not perfect. some of the songs are such contradictions to the over all album feel. some are hopelessly radio-geared songs. some of them are songs i would only blare if i was in some murdered out caprice of some sort in california. bullet proof windows though. i don't like playing with a flame i don't know the characteristics of.

each song is unique. the beat count might be the same, but it's the atmosphere that it creates in my brain that changes. it's as though q wants us to believe that naratives don't belong in rap (and we'll see this in the review of kendrick lamar later on.... i have some choice fucking words), and that's okay with me. he's got some quirky lines, some fucking catchy hooks. the creative drive behind each track gives each one individual merit, though as a whole album it feels disjointed.

yet, when thought of in this context, the album wouldn't work-- if it were some commercially driven release with radio tailored sounds the content of the album wouldn't be the same. it would take away from the arching themes, the hardness for lack of better word. there wouldn't be that element of 'g' if all the songs were less unique and less disjointed on the album.

i'm on the fence about this album. i like it, don't misunderstand my prose. i have my obvious favorites on my playlist, and i feel that these are the singles on the album that outshine some of the other tracks that get lost in the schema of the album. it's a shame-- the beats and lyrics are one of the more creative submissions in recent days.

i'm still learning. i don't know much about the black hippie crew or anything. i just know this album came recommended, and i'm still trying to grasp wtf i'm listening to.

overall, proceed with caution. i can't necessarily recommend it because after 2 weeks of listening to it, i'm still not sure i like it. it has some strong moments (there he go, hands on the wheel, sacreligious, gangsta in designer (no concept)) but falls flat, in my opinion in some of the other songs (grooveline in particular irks me). give it a cursory listen, and if you like what you hear, by all means do it. it's like lichen-- it grows over time, in the right circumstance.

quick listen:
there he go
sacreligious
nightmare on figg st
hands on the wheel (ft a$ap rocky)
sexting
gangsta in designer
blessed (ft kendrick lamar)

ok. so this is like half the album. perhaps i like the album more than i thought i did.... fuck it. get it. it's awesome.

don't think i could write a negative review if i tried.

xoxox filthy fucking hipster


Share: