I have a love affair with hip hop & I play the field, but my Mr Right Now has got to be Young Thug. He has ad-libbed his way into my heart, one hilarious, incomprehensible outburst at a time. It’s a pleasure for my eardrums to wait and see how he litters his verses with delightfully retarded, absolutely nonsensical sound effects <3 I mean – ‘shonuffwatyadowatyasayga‘ – what is that? (check the chorus in About The Money). Cheeech! The dude spits pure noise half the time but it’s fucking exciting. Not many rappers make me smile as much as Thugga Thugga does – check it.
Like the months of 2014 that preceded it, August was a fun-filled month in which I got too turnt up, accompanied by some killer hip hop & trap tracks, contained within this here playlist. It was a particularly entertaining month in hip hop, as we enjoyed watching Nicki Minaj induce worldwide boners with her Anaconda video. Whilst bootymen around the world rejoiced at the new midnight material, ladies all over began feeling inadequate, with Kylie Minogue even chipping in to remind us all that her “derriere does not compare” to Miss Minaj’s (my Anaconda don’t). 50 Cent also kept us well entertained by trolling the fuck out of Floyd Mayweather on social media, challenging him to read aloud a page of Harry Potter, until generously lowering the bar to Cat In The Hat.
I’m pretty chuffed with this list – you should totes turn it up while you’re turning up. If you like bangers like me & my boy Aziz do, add me on Soundcloud (which is like, a million and one times better than Spotify) <3 soundcloud.com/snugglesounds
- Hitta J3 ft. Kendrick Lamar, YG & Problem – Do Yo Gudda (Remix)
- Yowda ft. YG – That’s How It Go (Prod. PYRO)
- Malik Emanuel x Casey Veggies – Fly Nigga Shit (Prod. The 1st Kind)
- Trendsetter Sense ft. T-Pain, K Camp & Migos – What You Know (Prod. Dun Deal & DJ Spinz)
- Batgang ft Kid Ink, King Los & Shitty Montana – Where Dey At (Prod. Jahlil Beats)
- Cals ft. TeeFlii – Take Her Down (Prod. Kola Beats)
- ILOVEMAKONNEN ft. Drake – Tuesday (Prod. Sonny Digital & Metro Boomin)
- P Reign Ft. Drake & Future – DnF
- Ty Dolla $ign ft. Casey Veggies – Drank N Cranberry (Prod. Nate 3D & Ty Dolla $ign)
- Vic Mensa – Wimme Nah (Prod. Kaytranada)
- A$AP Ant ft. Joey Fatts – 12345 (Prod. Leken Taylor)
- Joey Bada$$ – Big Dusty (Prod. Kirk Knight)
- Sir Michael Rocks ft. Mac Miller and Trinidad James – Lost Boys (Prod. Larry Fisherman)
- Travis Scott ft. Young Thug – Skyfall (Prod. Metro Boomin)
- MIKOS DA GAWD – Family
- Jeremih ft. Juicy J – Can’t Go No Mo (Prod. DJ Spinz & SK)
- Tory Lanez – The Mission (Prod. Christian Louie x Tory Lanez x Noah Breakfast)
- J Cole – Be Free
- Lucas – Keep U Warm
- Sam Gellaitry – Reflectionz
- esta. – Quicksand
- Spooky Black – Without You (Great Dane Bootleg)
- June Nawakii – Leave
- Fitzroy ft. Stwo – NOIMSAYN
- Farhot – So Good
- Flosstradamus ft. Elkka – Rebound
- Lil Silva ft. BANKS – Don’t You Love
- Phoenix – Bankrupt! (Gesaffelstein Remix)
- L D R U – Give It All
- TroyBoi – Till The AM
- Trip Pony ft. Jaykin – Daze (Slumberjack Remix)
- Liza Flume – What We Called Love (JayKode Remix)
- SOPHIE – HARD
- Alison Wonderland – Cold (Prod. Alison Wonderland & Lido)
- Lido x ZHU – Faded (Rusty Hook Flip)
- A$AP MOB – Hella Hoes (THUGLI Remix)
- T.I. ft. Iggy Azalea – No Mediocre (Hipshaker & Ken Roll Remix)
- Nicki Minaj – Anaconda (Saint & Lambo Bootleg)
- Yellow Claw & Yung Felix – No Flex Zone
- Steve Aoki ft. Waka Flocka Flame – Rage the Night Away (Flosstradamus Remix)
I have been eargasming over this song for a few weeks now & have made everyone who has shared a car or a drink with me take a moment to appreciate its sheer awesomeness. And appreciate it they have, so much so that the lyric TELL YO BITCH TO SUCK MY DICK has speedily traveled through their ears and into their brains, inevitably heard via several drunken outbursts later on in the evening. Although this track is already on my July list, here is the video, complete with the man Danny Brown himself, and all sorts of scrolling word art and cash money. Enjoy >_<
I was peeping through the aesthetically pleasing work of Chris Piascik and came across a Jessica Hische quote he doodled that read ‘The work you do while you procrastinate is probably the work you should be doing for the rest of your life.’ So with this in mind, I have returned to my little bloggy to accommodate for my most favourite procrastinating pastime – compiling beats that are, as ya boy Soulja Boi would say, so fresh you can suck my nuts. Mr. Fake Money Stacks probably won’t appear in any of the playlists, unless someone makes a gnarly trap remix of Crank That, then fuck yeah, for nostalgia’s sake, I might. I welcome any flashbacks to my pole-dancing party bus days with open arms <3 #RIPyouth
So lo & behold, my inaugural monthly playlist for July 2014. I’m not going to make a wanky attempt to review any of the tracks – they’re all rad (hence their presence on the playlist, duh?)
My speakers are mostly bumping hip-hop & trap right now, so if you’re on Soundcloud and are similarly inclined -> soundcloud.com/snugglesounds
- Jeremih ft. Chance The Rapper – The End [prod. Shlohmo]
- T.I. ft Young Thug – About The Money [prod. London On Da Track]
- Casey Veggies ft. IAMSU – BackFlip [prod. IamSu!]
- The Game ft. Too $hort, Problem, AV & Eric Bellinger – Or Nah
- Majid Jordan – A Place Like This
- PARTYNEXTDOOR ft. Drake – Recognize
- Ab-Soul ft. ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller – Hunnid Stax [prod. Kenny Beats]
- Mac Miller ft. ScHoolboy Q – Melt [prod. Pete Rock]
- A$AP Ferg ft. Waka Flocka Flame – Murder Something [Remix]
- T-Pain – Up Down [Stwo Remix]
- Stwo ft. Jay Prince- Stay On my Cool
- GoldLink – Ay Ay [aywy. & Fortune Remix]
- B N J M N ft. Fortune & SZA – Babylon
- Tinashe – Days In The West [Ekali Remix]
- Lido ft. Muri – Lost
- SBTRKT ft Sampha – Temporary View
- BLVCK – Roses
- Chvrches – Mother We Share [KR$CHN Remix]
- JUDE – Crystals [Young Ruffian Remix]
- The Weeknd – Often [Kygo Remix]
- TOKiMONSTA ft. Anderson Paak – Realla
- Biggie Smalls – Big Poppa [nosleep remix]
- Kid Ink – Sunset [Dugong Jr Remix]
- Rustie ft. Danny Brown – Attak
- Leftside ft. Redman – Monkey Biznizz
- Hervé & Zebra Katz – Tear The House Up
- Mila J – Smoke, Drink, Break Up [Flaxo Remix]
- G JONES & Mad Zach – Spontaneity
- Snakehips – Days With You [Sweater Beats Remix]
- iLLA – Everything Gucci [BennyRox Remix]
- jACQ – It’s Goin Down
- Milo Mills & Noi – War of Roses
- ODESZA ft. Monsoonsiren – Memories That You Call
- Stumbleine ft. Violet Skies – Whirlpool [Sorrow Remix]
- Geek Boy – Light of Day
- Dawn Golden – All I Want [Diplo Remix]
- Yung Lean – re-charge
- The Dream – Wedding Bells
- Kito & Reija Lee – Me & U [Cassie Cover]
- Chet Faker x GoldLink – On You
I dunno about you but I get music-induced déjà vu (a term I like to think I’ve coined) all the time. It happens when your brain connects music to significant life experiences and you get a quick creepy feeling that reminds you of times that were. My oldest example of this oddity occurs whenever I hear Creep by TLC. I re-live the memory of being 8 years old and crawling around the house with my friend Pamela, giggling like the schoolgirls we were, because that was the only meaning of the word ‘creep’ that we understood. We had no idea that it meant someone was trying to make a baby with someone else.
So anywho, I already get flashbacks about the first half of this year when I hear particular tunes. I still buy CD’s because I can’t connect with a downloaded album the way that I can with a physical CD, which might have real interesting packaging and wicked album art and hopefully lyrics and will most likely be heard via a standalone CD player located in my bedroom. That’s not to say KickAss Torrents isn’t my best friend… because it is. So with this in mind, I’m going to connect the events of this very meh year with the beats that I’ve been buying and/or downloading and at the same time, jump on the End-Of-Year Listicle bandwagon… but beware, because there will be no attempt made to review the actual music.. it simply isn’t my forte.
To set the scene for the year to come, December 2012 was the start of some new shit. They reckon it takes you half the length of the courtship to get over it, however I was optimistic that this nonsensical rule of thumb would not extend to me (2015? Pffff). Despite my cockiness, I was in and out of emo mode. How fucking fitting is it that at the start of December 2012, I was obsessed with Lana Del Rey’s Paradise edition of Born to Die? It’s funny that a lyric like ‘My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola’ reminds me of breaking up with a dude. I wound up 2012 with Kendrick Lamar: Good Kid M.A.A.D City on repeat. Warming up to my new found romantic solitude, I adopted a steady diet of hip hop and Semillon Sauvignon. A very specific ad was chucked on Gumtree and within two weeks I was shacked up with two random FIFO dudes and a 21 year old kiwi chick (who turned out to be aiight). A couple of those awkward meet and greets were made easier with the velvety voice of K Dot in the background.
January 2013 saw me adjusting to this weird new sharehouse sitch, while the new roomies got adjusted to the sound of A$AP Rocky: Long Live A$AP emanating from my bedroom. That album reminds me of going to Ambar & Tigerlils on the reg and coming home in the daylight hoping to dodge the new dudes in my house and sleeping all of Sunday and just generally being a bad bitch.
The days of February were spent listening to Frank Ocean: Channel Orange (a 2012 release) and dreading my impending 27th birthday with every fibre of my being. I disliked the idea of this new, defining number and was convinced that it sounded way older than any other 20-something. And after having lived 10 months of being 27, I can confirm that people say ‘Oh shit, you’re old’ to me way more than they did last year. Anyway, whatever, age is just a reminder, and without makeup on I look like a 15 year old boy, so…. who cares. I’ve got two months to go but perhaps there’s still a chance of being inducted into the 27-club, seeing as I am COOL AS FUCK :D
March saw me hunting for two new dude roomies, which was a stressful exercise to say the least. I was getting so desperate, I opened up my Gumtree ad to include (god forbid) non-FIFO dudes. Australia’s answer to Craigslist produced nothing but creepsacks… including a big burly dude that rocked up barefoot and asked if he could keep a family of frogs in his room, as well as a super keen young tradie dude who had ‘seen me round’ at Ambar. Neither of these options were ideal, so luckily we found two semi decent FIFO lads who were [supposed to be] only around on a 4/1 and 2/1 basis. Amongst all of this, I quit my 3-year-old job to pursue an ad career (still a wip, fyi) and hightailed to Melbourne for a wee break, with Flume on heavy rotation.
BOOM! It’s April, aka Unemployment: Stage One. Around 3 or 4 weeks of stress-free inactivity should’ve been all good, given my hefty holiday payout, so I embraced the lack of responsibility and lived like it was Friday errrday. The girls I crashed with in Melbs had cranked Retrograde a bit, so chucking on the freshly squeezed James Blake: Overgrown CD felt like my holiday was merely extended to coincide with its release.
So along came May & my funds began to dry up. I pissfarted around for a bit longer then eventually took a job slinging ad space. No CD’s were purchased because turns out my calculations were wildly inaccurate, but I was making the most of my broadband allowance, feeding the household with a generous serving of hip hop including the likes of this and this and this and this – all of which, for me, symbolize cold calling.
On paper, June was spent studying & working… but it was mostly just about the weekend. Major Lazer: Free The Universe was without a doubt the soundtrack of Winter 2013 and probably our households’ consensus on Album of the Year (personally… not sure yet). Whenever Bubble Butt plays, I instantly return to that time I silently judged one of my female acquaintances, as she got her solitary groove on at a house party, surrounded by kiwi cock.
July was much like June, except one of the dudes moved out & we acquired a second female roomie in the shape of one of our bestest drinking buddies. She had an appetite for hip hop just as big as mine, so we sipped our spritzers listening to Kanye West: Yeezus and Jay Z: Magna Carta Holy Grail interchangeably. Yeezus is good but it would be my least favourite Kanye album – College Dropout & My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy are my faves, and the latter is purely for the Chris Rock skit in Blame Game.
August was basically a carbon copy of April. ‘Watevz, I’m 27 & I might not have long to go’, I thought to myself, as I yolo’d my way right through to September. It’s probably too early to say what music my brain will connect with August onwards, but I predict that Ryan Hemsworth and Kaytranada will remind me of these times, since their gig at Bakery in August was probably the pinnacle of this yolo period.
October was a pretty rad month in which Drake: Nothing Was The Same and Big Sean: Hall Of Fame both got a workout and everything was going swell work-wise, study-wise and life-wise. Then November was all like; ‘lol, hold up’. The eleventh month was shithouse so the old favourites (Funeral & Neon Bible by Arcade Fire, Foals: Antidotes and Brand New: Deja Entendu) got revisited. I’ve listened to Deja Entendu dozens of times in the last 9 years and probably about a dozen times in November 2013 alone. It’s a sad album that makes me feel good however I am still quite tender about November and no longer wish to talk about it.
And now here we are in December & as it always does, shit got better. Who knows what fresh beats will eventually remind me of these very moments, but I have a sneaking suspicion it will include both Arctic Monkeys: AM and Childish Gambino: Because the Internet, since me & Triple J are both making it a point to thrash them. The Beyonce album may also make a psychological appearance in months/years to come, since parts of it are actually pretty rad (surprised to have said that).
To conclude; thank fuck this year is over but the beats were pretty fresh.
Cupcakes & Lollipops,
Back when I was a wee tween, I was pretty concerned with being cool. Reputation to uphold and all that jazz. And when I was 14, being Asian was the epitome of cool. Honest to God, IT WAS. So being a half asian, I was allowed to ride on that bandwagon, and I did. This was around the turn of the millennium, when DMX & Aaliyah were doing movies with Jet Li, and Wu Tang were all up in that Shao Lin shieeet. Writing aZn PrYdE on the wall of the changerooms was cool. Getting a Nick Carter inspired haircut… COOL. Knowing all the words to Got Rice? – standard. And cool. Claiming to be in the Spiderboyz or to be dating a Spiderboy….ICE COLD.
Part of the aZn stereotype back in the day was a fondness for slow jams. Playlist classics included anything by Boyz II Men, Sukiyaki by 4pm and, even though none of us had any clue what she was banging on about, First Love by Utada Hikaru.
So it got me thinking… dO aZn’s sTiLL LiStEn tO sLoW jAmZzZz?
I asked a few Asians and here’s what they reckon;
‘Sorry. I’m a child of Mozart, Tchaikovsky and Rammstein now.’ (Vietnamese, 27)
‘When I was a younger Asian, I used to LiStEn tO sLoWjAmZzZ. Now, I just listen to slow jams.’ (Filipino, 30)
‘Not really, only the same slow jamz I used to listen to and only when they pop up randomly. That said, I sing the shit outta them when they play.’ (Filipino, 31)
‘wtf is slow jam’ (Chinese-Malay but to be honest he is a Twinkie, 28)
‘yeah i listen to slow jam now and then not the corney make out slow jam seesh just listen to chill is there even slow jam anymore‘ (Vietnamese, write like FOB, 26)
‘Oohhhh yeah, Bootyman. I like it. Craig David man.’ (half Burmese, 27)
So I dunno, I guess these days it’s no longer safe to assume your everyday Asian listens to slow jams. In 2013, I’d put money on the presumption that sales and/or downloads of the slow jam variety are mostly made by dudes. Not because they love them, but because bitches do. It’s basically lubricant.
Personally, I struggle with overt displays of emotion and/or sexuality. So I can’t say that I’m a huge fan of slow jams. Unless you were referring to the Yeezy song, in which case, HUGE FAN.
Cupcakes & Lollipops,
Recently, I observed a group of little girls watching MTV and my heart broke into a million tiny pieces. That’s probably stretching the truth a little. No tears were shed. In typical fashion, I just got temporarily infuriated and mouthed off a bit about it.
Being born in 1986 and a distinguished member of Gen Y, I’ve seen many a turning point in society. Back in 1999, I was gifted my first mobile phone, a yellow Nokia 5110. The Original Brick. It had a tiny green screen with little black pixels. About the only thing you could do on it was call, text and play Snake (a game that, simply put, was the gradual formation of above mentioned black pixels). Now I’ve got me a Samsung Galaxy with a million megapixels and I be snapchatting homies like it aint no thang. I used to have a dial up modem and would eagerly wait for the line to connect (whilst enjoying the soothing sound of its distinctive dial up tone) so that I could then eagerly wait around half an hour to download a 4MB MP3 (probably a Ja Rule & Ashanti song, or something of that nature). Nowadays, home is where the Wi-Fi is.
And back in the day, I could turn on a music video channel and feel self-assured that what I was about to view would not make me feel inadequate. And if I happened to have a group of 6 year old girls in my company, I’d feel confident that they would not suddenly begin twerking in unison.
Until Christina Aguilera released her music video for ‘Dirrty’.
That was it. The exact turning point in pop music videos. When it went from subtle, suggestive sexiness to soft core porn. Xtina set the standard. In 2002, she released her chart topping single ‘Dirrty’ and the music video world as we knew it changed forever. That shieet was so dirty, they chucked in another R to emphasise it’s dirrtiness (bubble hard in the double R). The music video, described as “a post-apocalyptic orgy”, quashed her good girl image and dat ass earned her bucket loads of paper. And so ensued a myriad of music video role models and nothing was the same again.
I’m not gonna lie. There have been many, many occasions that I’ve been drunk as fuck in a seedy P-city club with my g-friends and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed booty grinding with them to this song, but who can blame me? I was 16 and highly impressionable and I really really liked Redman.
Check out where it all began;
So next time you observe a little girls reaction to a typical pop music video, remember to blame X-Tina.
Cupcakes & Lollipops,