Wednesday!

Slate recently wrote a story titled “In Defense of Rap Rock” that, for some reason, never mentioned Faith No More, or Korn, or Body Count, or┬áThe Beastie Boys. Sigh.

Now, it’s certainly nowhere near my favorite genre of music but, every now and again, I find myself with a bit of a need for a little more testosterone than can be found by listening to my Low albums for the umpteenth time.

The “in your face” thing is so over the top and the affected masculinity makes 80’s hair rock look subtle… but, dang. Sometimes you just need to scratch that particular itch. This video from the Icelandic band Quarashi made me laugh the first time I saw it because of the clever way they handled taking the microphone and rapping for the first two verses (even if it gets a bit formulaic after that).

I don’t want to live in a world where this is the only kinda thing that they play on the radio… but it provides one hell of a pleasing (if guiltily) alternative when one has the space to throw some proverbial ‘bows. (Warning: This is not the worksafe version of the song. Use headphones if in a situation where this sort of thing will get you looked at.)


quarashi stick en up by illhugo

Edit: And I forgot to ask!

So… what are you listening to?

Jaybird

Jaybird is Birdmojo on Xbox Live and Jaybirdmojo on Playstation's network. He's been playing consoles since the Atari 2600 and it was Zork that taught him how to touch-type. If you've got a song for Wednesday, a commercial for Saturday, a recommendation for Tuesday, an essay for Monday, or, heck, just a handful a questions, fire off an email to AskJaybird-at-gmail.com

9 Comments

  1. I admit:

    I was in a mood last night. I spent some time listening to Megadeth. I had remembered them as being “heavy metal”. Listening last night I was surprised at how radio friendly they actually are.

    I mean, seriously, if those songs were released today, they’d get airplay on the so-called “rock” station.

  2. I don’t know that the idea of the album will get a lot of traction here, but right now (at this moment!) I’m listening to the new live album by Wynton Marsalis and Eric Clapton, which is kind of a 1930s era Louis Armstrong meets old Robert Johnson. It makes me want to go drink illegal gin in a bar I have to access from a sleazy back alley.

  3. Robert Earl Keen. His bad songs can be really obnoxious. Once I loop around them, though, I realize that there at at least 7-8 good songs per album and usually at least 2 or 3 really good ones.

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