Mangia Mangia

nikmoody - arrivederci

 

[TRACK: REAL SOPRANO 0:10]

"WHO IS IT"

"YOU'RE NOW TALKIN TO A REAL SOPRANO"

BUT THIS DOESN'T APPEAR TO BE YOUR AVERAGE OPERA HOUSE. THE STAGE IS SET AND SPOTLIGHT ILLUMINATES A FINE DINING SET UP. THE ENSEMBLE WAFTS SYRUPY STRINGS OVER PANCAKE BASSLINES WHILE THE CYMBALS KEEP IT WET BUT NOT SOGGY.

[2:00]

THE MAESTRO ORATES:

"LONG SIGHS FROM MY FATHER ON A LONG DRIVE 

THAT'S HOW I LEARN TO TAKE A BREATHER WHEN APPLAUSE DIES

HALF OF HIM SO ITALIAN HE DON'T CRY

I DONT GOTTA BE A TITAN TO REMEMBER THAT'S MY STRONG SIDE"

TRULY A FANTASIA FIT FOR A FEAST WITH THE FAMILY, WHERE BUSINESS AND PLEASURE MARINADE LIKE SPEZZATINO.

 [TRACK: WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON 0:12]

THE BASSLINE PLUNKS DOWN FIRMLY PLANTED INTO THE ROOT IN SUPPORT-

"I'M BOUT TO TO TELL MY JOB THAT IT'S MY LAST DAY 

CUT THE OVERHEAD LIKE I WAS RIDIN A PAC PLANE 

 AND PUT A PLATINUM RECORD INSIDE OF A BLACK FRAME 

TIL I KEEP IT ALL IN THE FAMILY IS A CATCHPHRASE"

THE ENSEMBLE SMOOTHES OUT THE GROOVE LIKE A WAITER TAKING THE NEXT COURSE AWAY. GUITAR MELODIES TWIRL LIKE SPAGHETTI AROUND A FORK, AND VOCALS POUR OVER LIKE FRESH SUGO. HEY MA, COME SIT.

 [2:25 ENTER DRU KELLY]

"I SNIFF A LITTLE COKE START TO ACT LIKE CHRIS FARLEY

I CALL A SPADE A SPADE NO DAVID

YOUR TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS SO BASIC

BUT I CAN SYMPATHIZE WIT A DAWG

IM A MAKE A MILLION MOVES LIKE CLAYMATION"

THE VERSE HITS LIKE DRUNK UNCLE VINNY AND HIS EX-WIFE. DRU STOMPS HIS MUDDY SHOES ON THE CARPET SWIGGIN' SOME VINO BEFORE NONNA SHOOS HIM OFF THE STAGE.

[TRACK: A BELL JAR 0:13]

THE PERCUSSION RAPS LIKE A HALF-INTERESTED WOODPECKER. VOCALS DRIP THROUGH THE SPEAKERS LIKE SUN SQUEEZING THROUGH THE BLINDS WHILE KEYS TICKLE IN AND OUT - THOUGHTS TOO FLEETING TO BOTHER APPREHENDING.

[1:43]

"SO YOU PICK UP THE PIECES

TRYNA CAPTURE THE PIECE THAT YOU FEEL WHEN YOU LIFT UP YOUR NIECE... 

CONFIDE IN A PRIEST COME FLY OUT TO GREECE AND BUY HER A RING"

[3:30 ENTER SAM VEE]

A REAL SOPRANO FLOATING OVER ALL THE HECTIC DINNER TABLE CONVERSATION TYING A SONIC SILKEN BOW AROUND THE WHOLE PROJECT. HOME IS WHERE THE FAMILY EATS, AND IT'S NOT ALWAYS EASY BUT IT'S ALWAYS LOVE.

"THIS AIN'T FOR YOU, THIS IS FOR ME"

THE FINAL WORDS OF A BARRED OUT AND INTROSPECTIVE PACKAGE.

GO GET A PLATE - LISTEN TO ARRIVEDERCI BY NIKMOODY

OVERALL RATING:

A FULL SPREAD WITH PLENTY TO BRING HOME IN A TUPPERWARE. TASTES EVEN BETTER THE SECOND TIME IN.

MUSIC TO ROB A BRINKS TO

 

DOOBIES - ROADKILL VOL. 1

[TRACK: SNOW ON THE BLUFF 0:53]

"WE JUST CUT FROM DIFFERENT FABRIC, DISS ME ON THE SONG AND THEY GONE FIND YOU IN THE ATTIC"

THE YEAR IS 2052 AND YOU JUST FOUND SOME OLD DEVICE. ACRCHAIC BUT TOUGH LOOKING. "IT'S CALL A BOOMBOX" YOUR AI ASSISTANT SAYS.

WELL WHATEVER IT IS IT'S BLASTING OUT SOME OF THE MOST FOWL SOUNDS YOU'VE EVER HEARD. DRUMS WITH A NECK BREAK SWING.

"GOT A SHORTY IN THE CUT TELL ME TO TRUST, BUT SHE STALKIN ME LIKE BEFORE THE CELERY CUT"

A SORT OF GRUESOME POETRY THAT HAS LONG SINCE BEEN OUTLAWED. THE RAPPERS SEEM TO BE POWERED BY THEIR LACK OF CONCERN FOR OTHERS, A MENACING AURA EMITTING FROM THE SPEAKER BOX AS THE THE "OOOS" CONTINUE TO OOZE FROM THE DEVICE....

[TRACK: KINK 0:00]

GENTLE PIANOS? WAIT, IS THIS SOME SORT OF PROPANDA? HAVE YOU BEEN TRICKED?

[:13]

“I ROCK, I ROLL, MY BODY IS LOSING CONTROL, ERRYBODY ALWAYS DOING THE MOST, ASKIN THE DOCTOR TO LOWER MY DOSE”

A SURGE OF POWER COURSES THROUGH YOU. IT'S ALMOST OTHERWORLDLY. THE PIANOS HAVE TURNED TO GHOSTS AND THE POSESSION HAS BEGUN.

[1:43]

“TWO DIET COKES AND A LARGE NUMBER 3......SHOOT FROM THE HIP LIKE A YOUNG PISTOL PETE”

SURGE OF POWER COURSES THROUGH YOU. IT'S ALMOST OTHERWORLDLY. THE PIANOS HAVE TURNED TO GHOSTS AND THE POSESSION HAS BEGUN. THERE'S NO GOING BACK TO THE OLD WAY NOW. YOUR MIND IS FILLED WITH ROBBING BRINKS TRUCKS AND SNORTING POWDERS YOU HAVENT HEARD OF.

[TRACK: WRECK IT RALPH :00]

WHAT STRANGE AND WONDERFUL DREAM IS THIS? HAVE WE STEPPED THROUGH THE FISH EYE?

[ 1:03]

"PUSH ME TO THE LEDGE I WANNA KNOW JUST HOW IT FEEL"

LOOKING OUT AT THE CITY, YOU WONDER WHAT IT HAS IT ALL BEEN FOR. THE FAMILY LIFE, THE SOLID CAREER. THE NEW WAVES HAVE THOROUGHLY PIERCED YOUR BRAIN SPONGE AND IT ALL SEEMS LIKE A NIGHTMARE OF YOUR OWN DESIGN.

[ 2:36]

"LIL PUP HUMANE SOCIETY, I DONT THINK IMA FACE SOBRIETY"

MEMORIES OF YOUR LOVED ONES BEGIN THE FADE AND PIXELATE. SUCH RENEGADE SOUND WAVES HAVE BROKEN YOU OUT OF YOUR SELF IMPOSED MATRIX. THE CITY LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL.

THE STRINGS SAMPLED TAKE A HOLD OF YOU, IT FEELS LIKE YOU CAN GROW WINGS.

ON THREE LET'S JUMP OFF THE ROOF....

GO LISTEN TO ROADKILL VOL. 1 BY DOOBIES HERE

OVERALL RATING:

IF THIS IS WHAT DOOBIES ARE SHIT MAN IM HIGH AS FUCK 

VIGNETTROSPECTIVE

JVNUS & LUNAR. - NOSTALGIA

I WAIT ON THE PORCH FOR JVNUS TO OPEN THE DOOR. EVENTUALLY HE PULLS IT BACK—FRESHLY ROLLED BLUNT HANGING FROM HIS TEETH. THROUGH A GRIN, HE’S LIKE 

"SUP MAN? TRYNA CHILL?

AND WHAT DO YOU REGRET MOST?"

INSIDE, MUFFLED BASS KNOCKS THE LIVING ROOM WALL. SOMEBODY’S SPITTIN’. SOMEBODY’S UPSTAIRS.

HE POINTS TO THE CEILING, THEN NODS DOWN THE HALL.

"THAT'S JUST THE HORSEGOD. 

WANNA FREESTYLE?"

[TRACK: COUCHLORD 01:31]

"AHL, MARK & LUCIANO ONLY ONES WITH THE CURRENCY TO SMOKE THE MIC LIKE IT WAS DIPPED IN WAX & ROLLED IN KIEF" 

SO WE SIT & SPIT FOR A BIT & EVERYONE’S GOT BARS.

I MEAN, WHEN AHLI.E WAS LIKE, “ON AND OFF THE MEEEEEDS TO FIND WHICH ONES WILL WORK”? SHIT’S DOPE.

WE’RE ALL CHILLIN’. THEN JVNUS IS LIKE, 

"OH BRO, I GOTTA GIVE YOU THE TOUR. LET'S GO."

[TRACK: WEATHERED 01:00]

"IMMA INDULGE WHEN I WANT A BREW. AND FINISH A BLUNT BY MYSELF IN THE MORNING DEW [...] SORRY MY DAYS AIN'T ALL FILLED WITH PURPOSE. SOMETIMES JUST WANNA LAY BY MYSELF AND BE NERVOUS"

HE BRINGS ME TO HIS ROOM & HE GOES DIGGING IN THE CLOSET A BIT. WHILE HE SHUFFLES THROUGH FLANNELS, HE SPEAKS MUFFLED

"THIS IS WHERE I SIT & WRITE LATE AT NIGHT. 

HORSEGOD JUST PASSED ME THAT INTROSPECTIVE PACK, SO I'VE JUST BEEN SITTING HERE THINKING ABOUT THE PAST"

HE POKES HIS HEAD BACK OUT AND HE’S GOT A SCRAPBOOK.

"I USUALLY ONLY LOOK AT THIS THING LIKE TWICE A YEAR WHEN I CLEAN MY ROOM, BUT..." 

SHRUGS.

[TRACK: SIMPLE AS 0:09]

"THESE BIG MOMENTS, IN THEM POLAROIDS, LOOK SMALLER"

HE STARTS FLIPPING THROUGH IT AND POINTING OUT SOME OF HIS FAVORITE PHOTOS. 

THE FIRST IS OF HIS FATHER, STANDING IN THE LIVING ROOM ONE SATURDAY MORNING, RIFLING THROUGH HIS CD COLLECTION.

THE NEXT, THE FIRST GIRL HE LOVED. 

                     THE FIRST RAP HE WROTE. 

                     THE TIME HE MADE A SONG IN THE BASEMENT WITH THE HOMIES

"DAMN, I MISS THOSE GUYS," HE SAYS, AND CLOSES THE BOOK. 

THE *CLOP CLOP* OF THE HORSEGOD GROWS NEAR. 

"OH SHIT, I WAS SUPPOSED TO WRITE THAT VERSE FOR HIM TODAY. I'M SO FUCKED" 

THINKS FOR A SECOND. 

THEN HEADS TO THE MIC AT HIS DESK.

"ACTUALLY, I THINK IT'S ALREADY WRITTEN."

TAKE A LOOK BACK AND LISTEN TO NOSTALGIA BY JVNUS AND LUNAR. HERE 

 

 

 

 

MY UNCLE WORKS AT NINTENDO AND SAYS THIS GAME IS THE BEST

GRANT FORE - STILL GOT ISSUES

[TRACK: SUGAR BOOGIE 0:00]

"STILL GOT ISSUES? I'VE NEVER HEARD OF THIS GAME"

BUT YOU DON'T LISTEN TO YOUR BROTHER, HE'S A STUPID WEAK BABY. THIS GAME EVEN PUT IT'S -OWN- STICKER OVER THE PARENTAL ADVISORY. SICK.

YOU BOOT UP THE GAME, EVEN THOUGH YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF GRANT FORE YOU'RE SURE IT'S GOING TO BE A RAGER, HE MUST BE SOME SORT OF MASKED SUPERHERO

BEFORE YOU EVEN PRESS START, INSANELY MENACING AUDIO GOBLINS BEGIN MARCHING AND MOBBING OUT OF THE SPEAKERS...WAIT, THE SPEAKERS? THE SOUNDS SEEM TO ACTUALLY BE BLASTING FROM EVERYWHERE? AND....


***WAIT.... HOW IS THE NINTENDO MAKING SUCH BLOWN OUT BOOPS IF IT ISNT EVEN PLUGGED IN!?


“MY HOUSE, YEA BITCH THIS IS MY HOUSE”


THE NINTENDO GROWS 8 FEET IN RADIUS WHILE PLAYING GRADIUS INSPIRED MURDER MUSIC, RAPS EMIT FROM ITS’ FLAPPY MAW-

[:55]

“FUCK THE POLICE AND ALL THEIR HOMIES

AND ALL THEIR SUPPORTERS CAN FUCKIN BLOW ME

FUCK KILL TONY”

OH MAN WE ARE GOING TO BE SO GROUNDED IF MOM FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS….


[TRACK: BRING THE HARLEM SHAKE BACK 0:00]

SUDDENLY EVERYTHING SMOOTHES OUT. LAFFY TAFFY ON HOT ASPHALT AS GRANT'S FLUTES FLUTTER US TO THE SECRET LEVEL BEHIND THE WATER FALL WHERE HE FLOWS ON -

[1:15]

“MY CHROME IT STAY TUCKED - A DESERT EAGLE
PULL IT OUT AND GET TO PAINTING LIKE IT’S AN EASLE”

BASSLINES EMIT FROM A SLOW ROLLING PSYCHEDELIC CADILLAC. THROUGH THE TINTED WINDOW AN AFRO’D SILHOUETTE - GRANT FORE !?!?!?


[TRACK: EVILLE :52]

"UPPERCUT N*GGAS I BE YELLIN OUT TIGER

BLOODY ROAR KILLERS MIXED WITH THE STREET FIGHTER

RIVAL SCHOOLS I PUNK FOOLS WITH MY LIGHTER"



HUH!? A BOSS BATTLE?!

HIGH PITCHED MACHINERY SCREAMS OVER A BROKEN FURNACE OF A BEAT - THRASHING CYMBALS CRASH, RADIOSHACK KEYBOARDS HISS WITH DISSONANCE.

GRANT'S IN THE LUCHA MASK FLASHING RED. SIREN SCREAMS ABOUT THE EVILLES, THE LOCKED IN FLOW AND FRANTIC MACHINERY CRESCENDO TO A HEADBANGING MOMENT AROUND [2:30] HELL YEAH THIS RIPS.

[TRACK: CAN'T HELP IT 0:00]

DEFINITE BONUS LEVEL VIBES ULTIMATE SAMPLE CHOP WORK FROM THE GOD. BASSLINE GOING DEAF DUMB AND DUMBER.

"GOING GA GA IN THE FACE I WILL POKE HER"

KINDA CRAZY TO SAY THAT BUT YOU GOTTA JUST LET DUDES DO THEIR THING ON THE HONEY POT TRACKS.


SAMSRAPS IS HERE NOW

[1:30]

"MY FAVORITE PART OF LOVE IS THE ROUTINE

1 2 3 PUSH THE COFFEE TABLE BACK STACK PLATES AND I CLEAN THE MESS LEFT FROM BREAKFAST..."


BRUH IM IN TEARS. THIS TRACK GIVES ME SO MUCH ENERGY. TYPE OF TRACK PEOPLE JUST KNOW EVERY WORD TO. GOOD LOOKS SAMS.


LOWKEA IS HERE NOW

[2:50]

LOWKEA HYPERVENTILATING ON THE TRACK, KNOWN FOR THE RARE TACTIC OF SCARING THE HOES =-TOWARDS-= HIM. KINDA REMINDS ME OF AN ABSOLUTELY WEAPON ON A TRUMPET. REALLY HONKED HIS DOODLE ON THIS ONE IN A DIFFICULT SPOT TO BE NUMERO TRIO IN THE THREE PIECE.



THE BEAT RIDES ON AND THE CREDITS ROLL.......


OVERALL RATING:

GREAT SINGLE PLAYER STORYLINE, BUT ALSO A TOTAL BLAST WITH UP TO THREE EXTRA PLAYERS.

PRESS START TO PLAY STILL GOT ISSUES BY GRANT FORE

SON OF LUCA

CLASS_SICK - SON OF LUCA

[TRACK: PRIMORDIAL: SEED OF GENESIS 0:05]

"I COME FROM AN ERA WHERE....THE MUSIC FED YOU"

SMOOTH KEYS PAINT THE FLOOR IN NEON SPLASHES, FROM THE HORNS FLOW SLOW MOTION SILK RIBBONS AS A GENTLEMAN CALLED CLASS_SICK ORATES FROM THE CHASMS OF HIS HEART PIECE:

"HOW COULD I BE SOMEONE'S FAVORITE? [....]

NOT USED TO FEELING LOVE HOW AM I WORTHY OF SALVATION?."

THE CITY UNFOLDS UNDER YOUR FEET AS YOU WALK IN TEMPO WITH CLASS_SICK. GEMS AND JEWELS SEEM TO SHAKE FROM HIS BEARD WITH EVERY BAR DELIVERED. YOU ATTEMPT TO CATCH ONE WITH YOUR TINY POCKETS BUT EVENTUALLY SURRENDER TO THE WASH OF POETIC TSUNAMI.

[TRACK: SON OF LUCA 2:25]

"YOUR PAST IS NOT YOUR DESTINATION"

TIMBS ON. BANDANA CRISP AND FOLDED LIKE THE WAD OF HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS THAT KNOT UP IN YOUR POCKET FORMING FROM THE RHYMES THEMSELVES. THIS SONG IS A CRISP TALL WHITE TEE AND A SUNNY DAY ON THE BLOCK REMINISCIN' WIT THE OG. TAKE THE BARS IN LIKE GRANOLA CUZ THIS SH*T IS HELLA NUTRITIONAL MCIN'!!

[TRACK: HEART-CAPELLA 2:10]

"TWISTED MINDS OF THE CHILDREN,

PORTRAYIN' THE COPS AS VILLAINS BECAUSE THEY ARE

MINDIN' MY BUSINESS GUESS THAT'S AGAINST THE LAW"

SUDDENLY, A VACUUM.

LIKE A PSYCHEDELIC EXPERIENCE OR A DEEP MEDITATION, THE HEART CHAKRA OPENS. THE WORDS ARENT YOURS BUT THEY RESONATE WITH A TRUTH SO DEEP IT FEELS LIKE A COSMIC CERTAINTY; SOMETHING TO BE UTTERED BY ANYONE IN HARMONY WITH THE HUMAN CONDITION.

OVERALL RATING:

BLOCK ROCKIN' BEATS AND JAW BREAKIN' BARS

*TIME TO HOP ON THE TRAIN .....*

TAKE SON OF LUCA BY CLASS_SICK FOR A SPIN HERE NOW

WEEKEND AT MONZY'S

Monzy The Terrible - Revenge of Abel

 [lTRACK: SLEAZE 0:05]

“COOPED UP WITH A VILLAINOUS GROUP TO PLOT A COUP D'ETAT”

YOU STAND ABOVE THE STILL POND. HUNGOVER. MUTED ORGAN KEYS STIR RIPPLES FROM BELOW. SURFACE TENSION SHATTERS, PULLING YOU FROM THE FOG OF LAST NIGHT.

MONZY DOESN’T CARE IF YOU HAVE A HEADACHE. THEY’RE FISHING DOWNSTREAM AND CALLING YOUR MOM NAMES THROUGH BIBLICAL REFERENCES, HARDLY LOUD ENOUGH TO HEAR OVER THE WIND. WHAT CUTS THROUGH IS THE RHYTHMIC ASSONANCE OF THE PRACTICED POET.

[TRACK: 4NR 2:11]

“MONZY THE TERRIBLE, MORE PARABLES TO UTTER. NEVER CARED FOR YOU MOTHERFUCKERS. DID I ST-ST-ST-ST-STUTTER?”

MAYBE THE MORNING JOINT WAS ILL-ADVISED. YOU’RE CROSSFADED INTO A JAZZ BAR JUST AS THEY BREAK UP THE MOSH (???) THE DISTANT MEMORY OF BUBBLING ORGAN KEYS TICKLES YOU STILL. MONZY SNICKERS BACKSTAGE, INTRODUCES DYLAN ON THE BOARDS BEFORE BURSTING THROUGH THE CURTAIN.

“VERSE TWO!”

THE PLACE IS A VACUUM. THE SOLE SOURCE OF SOUND, MONZY WEAVING
SUICIDAL IDEATION THROUGH MISANTHROPIC CONTEMPT, ALL WITH A SMIRK.

[TRACK: OGRE 1:41]

“DRANK 33 MODELOS, I NEED A PILLOW, PILLS, PINK PANTIES, PINK PANTHERESS, AND PUSSY WILLOWS”

EVERYONE’S GLUED TO YOU, TIME TO GO.

YOUR EYES HAVEN’T QUITE ADJUSTED TO THE AFTERNOON SUN. HORNS FADE IN BEHIND YOU. CRYING ? LAUGHING AT YOU ? MONZY SAUNTERS DISTANTLY, MAKING JOKES YOU DON’T GET THAT REFERENCE BOOKS YOU’VE NEVER READ.

YOU TURN DOWN THE ALLEY. THEIR VOICE ECHOES BETWEEN APARTMENT BUILDINGS. TRAILED ONLY BY TRUMPETS.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANNA DO? HUH?”

GUESS WE’LL SEE.

LISTEN TO REVENGE OF ABEL BY MONZY THE TERRIBLE HERE

IN ONE END OUT THE OTHER

  

FJ - THERAPOETRY

[TRACK: DEAR SUMMER 0:26]

"REFERRING TO THE PRACTICE OF USING POETRY AS A TOOL FOR EMOTIONAL EXPLORATION HEALING AND SELF DISCOVERY"

PIANO KEYS SCATTER LIKE DROPS OF WATER AFTER THE SPLASH, SLOW MOTION.... WHERE WE WE DRIVING? WAIT, I'M ALONE... CONTEMPLATING. WHO IS THAT TALKING? OH YA THAT MOTIVATIONAL TAPE THE HOMIE GAVE ME

"IF THERE'S A STORM BREWIN YE I'LL WEATHER THAT..."

A NEW FEELING OF CONFIDENCE STRIKES THROUGH YOU. IT'S ALMOST AS IF GOD HERSELF SPIT THE KUNDALINI DIRECTLY DOWN YOUR SPINE.

TRANSFORMATIVE. HONEST. UNDERSTATED AND BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED.

[TRACK: MOST HIGH 2:04]

"IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TUNNEL WHEN THERE'S NO LIGHT // HOLD ONTO THE ROPE TIGHT // YOU'LL MAKE IT OUT THE OTHER SIDE IN NO TIME"

CHEAPER THAN THERAPY, MORE POETIC THAN AN ARMCHAIR. THIS TAPE HAS A MENTAL MEDICINAL QUALITY. WHAT WAS IT CALLED?  [THERAPOETRY] OH TRUEEEEE.

THIS SHIT IS GAS DAWG. NOT EXACTLY HOUSE PARTY STUFF BUT MAYBE IT IS ROOFTOP BOURBON NEAT GAZING OFF THROUGH THE CITYSCAPE. SHE WASN'T WORTH IT BRO, KEEP DOING YOU. BANGER.

[TRACK: AS THE WORLD TURNS 2:10]

"USED TO PLAY THE VIOLIN USED TO PLAY THE GUITAR....WHEN I GAZE AT THE STARS..."

SIR, THIS IS A WENDY'S. BUT DAMN THIS IS HITTING ME IN A SPOT I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD.

 "IN HIGH SCHOOL I WAS THE MAN, THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?"

CREAM RISES. NO SUGAR. THIS SHIT AINT SWEET MAN. THIS IS STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART PIECE PAST THE BRAIN SPOT INTO THE MIC DRIPPING THROUGH BLOOD RED INK. REAL HIP HOP? YOU BE THE JUDGE.

*YOU'VE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION...*

PUT YOUR MIND AT EASE AND LISTEN TO THERAPOETRY BY FJ HERE