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Israeli DJ Noy Alooshe’s mashup of “Billie Jean” and “Get Lucky” should be on your playlist right now. No track I’ve listened to thus far this year has made me dance as much as this one has. I think I like it even better than either of the original tunes.
Alooshe does a great job with this mix of Bruno Mars and the Black Eyed Peas – a combination I never thought I’d like.
Bruno Mars Feat. The Black Eyed Peas – Just The Way You Love (Noy Alooshe Remix) by noyalooshe
This one is awesome too. Pop music is indeed alive and well.
Thanks to Buzzfeed’s Kevin Tang for turning us on to the MJ mashups!
This one kind of sounds like Lil’ Jon and Skrillex got together and remixed the eponymous Michael Jackson classic. Courtesy of Wick-It The Instigator, a Nashville-based DJ who’s been releasing music since 2004, it brings a grotesque drumstep / moombahton feel to an otherwise familiar song. It really hits it at 1:10.
Wick-It’s other tracks are also worth checking out.
Das Racist seem to have heeded their own advice with the release of their full-length debut, Relax, which became available for purchase last week. It’s by and large as impressive a display of talent as last year’s mix tapes, but the album simultaneously feels reigned in, and lacking some of the uninhibited dope (get it?) energy that made Sit Down, Man and particularly Shut Up, Dude so mind-bogglingly impressive.
This is not to say that it doesn’t deliver on the promises made by those 2010 releases. Heem and Kool A.D. are still lyrical genii a year later, and the tracks on Relax are still laden with lawl-inducing social commentary. And while it maintains much of the silliness of their previous giveaway releases, Relax seems actively to want to be taken (at least somewhat) seriously. The single, “Michael Jackson,” is the closest thing to approach ostensibly inane satire, but as a parody of self-aggrandizing hip hop it shows a ratcheting down of the rhetoric, from outright absurdity to something in our slightly more mundane stratosphere. This is true for most of the tracks, excepting perhaps the coming-to-a-dancehall-near-you “Booty In The Air.” Overall, the ratio of socially poignant and cohesive tracks to surrealist wordplay that happens to be remarkably insightful has been tipped heavily towards the former. To be sure, the album’s through line is a far cry from “Save the Whales,” and the trio’s new web series “Chillin Island” proves that they haven’t lost any of their propensity for antics (or drugs!). But coming on the heels of “Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell” (which, let’s be honest, is the true reason we fell in love with Das Racist), Relax seems to mark a sea change—and this is most likely a good thing, question mark?
The sophomoric humor isn’t the only thing that’s been scaled back, either. Diplo returns flexing his production chops, and the sound is more straightforward, heavy on the drum and bass and utilizing a few choice samples. As with the title track in particular, the production serves the album well and effectively showcases the steeply talented Kool A.D. and Heem (whose voice at times sounds like a weedover treated with 40-grit sandpaper).
What is lacking in Relax is the sense that we got from Shut Up, Dude and Sit Down, Man of their being the unbelievably adroit hip hop tendencies of pothead-savants. Instead, with the group’s first commercial release comes the packaging and thus the feel of a commercial effort. If those compilations, with all their uninhibited Dadaist leanings, were the beneficial remnants of the trio’s college antics, Relax feels like the postgraduate, slightly soberer pulling of bootstraps follow-up. To quote the duo, “It’s a brand new dance/ Give us all your money/ Everybody love everybody.”
4 / 5 bars
Those silly and always looking faded rappers of Das Racist finally got their ish together and recorded a full LP, Relax, scheduled for retail a month from now. To generate initial buzz about the act’s debut album, an EP of the curiously-named “Michael Jackson” track dropped. Bummer that listening to it invites basically the same response as accidentally swallowing a cup full of grimy bongwater.
Though not everything so far from Heems and Kool A.D. invites snickering, none of their tracks prior to this were straight-up obnoxious. “Michael Jackson” uncharacteristically features a blaring “oriental” sample, unremittingly loud vocals and a cryptic hook lyric that I can only surmise as pertaining to an inside joke they forgot to let their fans in on. Any cleverness of wordplay they once exhibited, e.g. “They saccharine but they not Equal!” from “hahahaha jk?”, seems to all but ebbed quickly like the ambition of a developing stoner. “Me no speakie Spanish/ Valium and caeser salad” – seriously, a rhyme off only a shared strong ‘a’ sound? Please.
Maybe this is the next evolutionary step in a larger, meta-ironic project? If so, those fools need to put away the bushel of chronic and instead relearn something about very genre they aspire to deconstruct.