Lyric Riffs

Dec 19, 2014

Take a note from my philosophy/I’ma give her what she need/Can’t snatch the meat out of the lioness mouth/Sometimes you gotta just/Ease it out

from Sugah Daddy lyrics by D'Angelo

These decades-long debacles can just kill a man by hype alone, but the pops of neo-soul returneth despite, and damn does the tragic star-cum-recluse strike deals w/ both the gods and devils of funk, tapping right quick back along the line ‘tween filth and class in sex in defense of the sugar daddy.

Dec 18, 2014

It doesn’t get any better than this!

from Salted Crypts lyrics by Trap Them

Kurt Ballou’s production lends a heavy Converge influence to this stoner doom metal/D-Beat punk/hardcore fusion, but the riffs are still pure Trap Them, thanks in part to the breakdown’s haunting, Gregorian Chant-like background vocals. Everything Ballou touches sounds Converge-y, but turns to gold; [LISTEN].

Dec 18, 2014

If you arrive and don’t see me/I’m going to be with my baby/I am free, flying in her arms/Over the sea

from Strawberry Letter 23 lyrics by Shuggie Otis

A break every digger is familiar with, but one that has broad universal appeal – just as fresh today as it was when it first dropped. Shuggie, the savant, handles the vocals and instrumentation and proclaims his love from the highest mountaintop. Psychedelic and delectable in every way; [LISTEN].

Dec 18, 2014

Sing me some eidolon/And I’ll sleep all the winter long/Till then I can only be/Nobody’s gonna intervene/And she wants you but you won’t do/And it won’t leave you alone/And the rain falls on the wrong year/And it won’t leave you alone

from The Wrong Year lyrics by The Decemberists

Another dance between connection and disconnection as a riverchild named Gray Jane can’t find her way in this ‘terrible‘, ‘beautiful’ world Colin Meloy has assembled a new PNW conflict with, an accordion lull, some token Portland rain and $1000 word or two lilting the folk chanty endearing as ever.

Dec 17, 2014

Keep it wild then make it hurt/Yeah we have scars, yeah we have bones/This is how it’s always gone/And this is how it’s going to go

from Lampshades on Fire lyrics by Modest Mouse

A seven-year itch since Brock’s shook his frenetic self onto wax, we see the live wire still white heat charged, wasting no choppy riff to chastise the human race for its ability to repeat its tired stupid self, rape every glory, soil every piece of land and party like its 1999 in search of the same.

Dec 17, 2014

Franklins, rainin’ on your body/Rainin’ on your body, rainin’ on your body/Won’t you do what I say? Start rubbin’ on your body/You like hunnid’s on your body, girl you needs to get naughty

from Throw Sum Mo lyrics by Rae Sremmurd

Relying on lyrics alone there is no way to decipher one rapper from the other. They all sound foolish saying the same thing over and over again hoping to fool the general public. The beat isn’t any better and together sounds about as appetizing as eating McDonalds everyday for the rest of your life.

Dec 16, 2014

Even though I said I didn’t love you I lied I lied/Even though I said I didn’t need you I lied I lied/To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh/To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh

from I Lied lyrics by Nicki Minaj

Silky synth and wispy hi hats coat it in a high sheen allowing her to pour her heart out and reveal her deep seeded anguish. It’s the classic ‘I love you so much I hate you’ scenario that’s been played out for centuries, and it’s no more interesting here than in any other boring adolescent drama.

Dec 16, 2014

Cherish these nights, cherish these people/Life is a movie, but there’ll never be a sequel/And I’m good with that, as long as I’m peaceful/As long as 7 years from now, I’m taking my daughter to preschool/Cherish these days, man, do they go quick

from All Things Go lyrics by Nicki Minaj

More Onika Maraj than Nicki Minaj, and revealing in a way that has nothing to do with ass and tits. It’s a decided way to open an album, and a shift in the maxim for someone who tries so desperately to hang on to status and fame. Stripped of the skin, it’s a matter of now seeing what lies beneath.

Dec 16, 2014

Here we go again, it’s the game we love/Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs/You ain’t play your cards right, you had the Ace of Clubs/Hit you with the Ace of Spade, in your face, and shrugged/Blood drippin’ out your arm on my Asian rugs

from The Crying Game lyrics by Nicki Minaj

Only moments in and her weak rhyme pattern is driving the album into the ground. The lack of variation dilutes the emotion and makes what is supposed to be heartfelt and meaningful, dull and redundant. Jessie Ware‘s dramatics only makes matters worse, adding gouda to an already cheesy product.

Dec 16, 2014

Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this/We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list/I’m the big kahuna, go let them whores know/Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

from Feeling Myself lyrics by Nicki Minaj

Just in case you forgot, Nicki Minaj and Beyonce are in love with themselves. They’ve dedicated their lives to the pursuit of vanity, and here it unravels like a cheap candy bar twisting and turning with gooey nougat provided by Hit Boy. Slow and boring with the same old tropes boggin’ it down.


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