Thoughts from the AMEN Pew #85

It’s been a minute since we have had the good gospel spread in its most appropriate fashion: off the cuff and filled with stupid.

Bout time we get back in it.

Well, we did it America. We finally held the immortan responsible for something he did.

The far right, such as they are now, have gone off the deep end with all the predictions. I have had people flat out tell me this guarantees his win. I had one person describe it as a travesty of justice.

Lets address each seperately.

First off, its fucking June. Remember hillary’s emails? That was at the end of October. It’s still a long fucking road to November. I wouldn’t count on fuck all.

Second, no it was not a fuckin travesty. The immortan had his defense attorney’s put on a Twitter defense, not a real fucking defense. If they had a real fucking defense, they would have actually contested documents in evidence, all the witnesses (not just the ones that are bash targets for his constituents). I am still of the opinion he could fucking walk from all this shit if he knew how to stop his ego, actually participate in the legal process, and pretend to have an oz of contrition.

He can’t do that, so he a fuckin felon now. Hope someone doesn’t check Mar-A-Lago for firearms he can’t have now. OOOOO That would be so badddddd.

I flat out don’t know how I feel about this. Pharrell has decided to do his biopic in lego form. Like…it could work but like….why….

Don’t get me wrong. Seeing NORE and Snoop in lego form is a treat. But…is it going to work. I would like to think it wont be a full trainwreck, but I am not convinced this is some kind of high art.

Speaking of things that I am looking at with a sideways glance, Sturgill got himself a new album coming.

After injuring his vocal chords right at the beginning of the pandemic, he has made his way back, and I couldn’t be fucking happier… BUT, the new moniker.

Look, if anyone could pull it off, its Sturgill. He don’t have to go the route of Chris Gaines. This could easily be more like a Ziggy Stardust or Dukes of the Stratosphear or The Network.

I said if he wanted to do a polka album, I would follow. And I fucking will believe it. I’m going to get tickets for the tour. And, ill have the new album on launch.

I just….Sturgill man…I hope you know what you are doing…

The current state of the world has left me in a mental state where I seek vengeance in all the wrong places. I think I expected far too much out of people, and as a result, it can get rough. I can be difficult to deal with.

But, I don’t see either my mental state or the world improving anytime soon. So, fuckin steady as she goes.

Blizzard is actually doing great shit right now, and it’s scaring me. Diablo 4 pulled itself out the dumpster by starting itself down the road of fixing the problems and having a great fucking season. The most fun I have had with the game. Here’s hoping the B team doesn’t fuck that up.

AND, the fucking WoW Remix is shockingly great. With the FASTEST leveling I have EVER had in the game. A pile of great free shit to use with your currency. And true power tripping. I am actually doing raids and shit, cause its fuckin smooth as butter. If they want to do a Remix between each expansion, I am fuckin down for it.

All of this has left me wondering… what is going on over there? Is it really Bobby K put the clamp down? Did the legacy blizz people have to leave for the ship to right itself. I am excited to see whatever is on the horizon, because these two data points are real strong.

And on that note, I am out while shit is still positive.

Hope everything is going well for everyone out in TV land. I am having a great summer so far, and here’s hoping for one for you as well.

Take it easy.

Loose Thoughts on Drake v. Kendrick

A ton of people have given some thoughts on this, and produced some really great fucking content. Much better than I am going to do here.

But, given how huge this fucking beef was/is, it occupied a ton of real estate in my head.

So think of this an exercise to get my thinking out of the brain and on here, so I can stop thinking about it.

I have described a blog to you…. Lets just fucking get to it.

Drake is a fucking dogshit rapper, entertainer, popstar, whatever

When the beef started, I steered the Great Album Project toward Drake and Kendrick.

This felt like an obvious move to me. The most exciting thing in hip hop in like 15-20 years (more on that in a minute), and I don’t have the full context.

Kendrick, I had heard a few of those records. The big critic darlings. But, drake…I knew nothing.

Zero. Sure I had heard the songs you cant escape. The ones they parody on SNL. A full album though? Nothing.

So, we fuckin did it. Every single thing Drake recorded. Here’s what I learned.

Drake is straight garbage. The music is the most boring “chill vibes” music ever made. Like not that he is trying to do ambient music or something. He has these basic ass beats with boring ass droning synth over all of it. Like fans get pissed when he does “something different“… but I have a philosophical question…is any of it different?

Every fucking Drake song is this beat over him being sad about some stripper who fucked him over or a girl he wants or how much he does for his crew. It’s like if you never heard Belle and Sebastian and focused your entire life on the club…that would be Drake’s music.

I go into any discography looking for good shit. And even in rough times, I can find SOMETHING. Hell I walked away from Pazuzu’s discography with a handful of songs I think are really great. Drake? I got nothing. Its all bad. I can’t imagine the person who likes it. Some shameful ass shit. Go listen to anything else. If you took Spotify’s entire catalogue and hit random you would have a better chance of finding something better than drake.

This was not a competition. This was an ass beating.

This again should be clear to fucking everyone. It isn’t. I’ve seen a bunch of randoms (who clearly must like…enjoy drake) say that Drake held his own.

No…no he fucking didn’t. Drake isn’t built for this cause he’s not a rapper. He has no idea how to actually exist in this world. The first time he engaged with a real rapper, he got fucking embarrassed.

Now he is up against Kendrick. Now, having gone through his discography, K Dot’s biggest strength is creativity. Every time he releases something, it may not be something I return to, but its always something I think is more interesting than everything else.

Drake’s entries in this beef were proof that even on his best day he can only approach any rap craft from a perspective of templatized boringness. Kendrick knew what Drake was going to do not only because he had a mole on the inside (allegedly), but because Drake is super fucking predictable. He knows what he will do cause I could have predicted it. Some big budget shit that sounds overly smooth while centering all the disses around shit Kendrick has already rapped about.

Yep, that’s what he did. So what did Kendrick prepare in advance? A new entry of the mount rushmore of diss tracks…

How do you really get at Drake? Not by calling him a PDF File. By having a better fucking dance track than he can do.

Not Like Us is better than Drake’s entire discography. Drake should feel fucking embarrassed. This has to hit him way harder than the Story of Addidon. This hits him in the one thing he is proud in…making dance music. And now he has some shit that will chase him forever. People will be jamming to this song at minimum all summer. If not…long into the future…

In fact, this is the exclamation point. When people think of this beef, they are going to think of this song. And dance along the way.

Kendrick has more talent in his fingernails than you have in your entire body. Feel ashamed. Cause you fucking should.

Hip-hop needed this beef

Think about it…what was the last great thing in rap. Gotta be K Dot’s own TPAB right?

Things had gotten boring and everybody’s heroes were failing. Kanye went a much more unacceptable brand of insane. Everyone’s latest projects were meh. A ton of people were talking about rap’s demise.

My neophyte opinion on this was what happened to rap is the same thing that happens to a bunch of genres…people got lazy. Rested on their laurels. Released shit that didn’t make people want to chant it in the streets.

And now we have the shot in the ass…and man its been fun to watch. That weekend where it was track after track…that was one of the most exciting things to happen in music…not just rap…in a long fucking time. It was so exciting I fucking absorbed myself in it.

I just hope they don’t lose the momentum. Kendrick: make your next project really kickass. You got Mr Morales out your system. Do something really fucking great, we need it.

One final thought…what the fuck does Drake even do next.

Like…he can’t go back to just making more shitty sad bastard stripper music? I guess he could…He probably will…cause he has no talent for anything else.

Seriously Drake, prove me wrong. I know you wont. You got a ton of projects under your belt and they are all bad.

If I were you, I would take the dough and disappear into the sunset.

You wont. Cause you suck.

badd kid. m.A.A.d. shitty.

To All Trains – A Review

Prior to last week, I had never heard of Shellac.

I know Steve Albini of course. Definite winner of player hater of the year, the physical embodiment of when keepin it real goes wrong, the OG edgelord, and certified asshole.

Also, he is a fucking genius musician and producer…one of the foundational elements of the 90s indie sound.

I knew of only one of his bands. The infamous Big Black, primarily because Songs About Fucking shows up on a bunch of top post-punk or indie or some shit lists. So that was the album I heard…and thats it.

And that was years ago. I cant remember how I felt about it back then because I never bothered digging…I guess that was one of the big things about Steve. He appreciated people who were willing to go the extra mile to find great shit. Put in the work as the kids say.

Well cut to last friday. I am currently going through a fucking slog of terrible shit (more on that on a future post). And a motherfucker hipped me to the fact that prior to his untimely death, he had finally given up the ghost on having none of his shit on streaming. I guess they were so confident in the new material that they wanted people to hear it.

So, all of Big Black and Shellac’s albums went up…including, Shellac’s now final album.

I was hooked immediately.

This album entered my life right when it needed to. I blasted it three times that night fuckin drunk, and twice the next morning.

This thing is a masterpiece of brooding minimalist indie fuckin ass kicking.

To All Trains is a great example of how an album can be heavy as shit without being pure metal. How it can be dark without going full goth. We are in a special zone occupied by very few.

The albums contents is classic Steve Albini. The uncompromising asshole. The vision remains as clear in his 60s as it did in his 20s. Fuck you, you fucked up. Shouldn’t have cleaned up. Should have stayed in the grime and the filth. Cause at least that’s honest.

And I fucking love it. There are totally points on here to shout the lyrics. “IM THROUGH WITH MUSIC FROM DUDES” is most definitely one of them.

This album also goes to prove that you don’t need to go fully layered polyrhythm or multi-instrumental to make something fantastic. If you know where you want to go with it, you can keep it simple. Nothing on this album is like “hard” in the virtuosic sense, but what makes it incredible is how well the composition blends.

Bands…hell most artists cant do this. They cant find that interesting hook. That melody that will carry the song. Fuckin pazzuzu can’t. This band has all that in spades.

Perfect fucking album craft. Tight as fuck 28 min. All killer, no filler. Dont need fuckin 3 hours worth of horseshit. Just make 10 songs of ass kickers. This is how you fucking do it.

I cant imagine a better note to end on. Like people are already throwing Blackstar discourse on this thing, and I don’t think it deserves that.

It was clearly meant to be a latter-day Shellac album…and that is technically what it is. I think its the quality of the songs that take you there.

Oh and the album closer. Which, I still need to consume all the rest of albini’s work, but it may be my personal favorite thing he has ever done.

4/4 – This is the album of the year, and there is no way anyone beats it. This is some fuckin amazing shit. Blast it loud.

RIP King Asshole. May you be hitting up that big poker table down below and just fucking cleaning everyone dry.

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