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