Go Skate Day is almost upon us. It’s a chance for current skaters to continue doing what they’ve been doing, and for old skaters to flex until they bust their asses. For one day a year, the world at large takes notice of skating. If you live in a small town and have the right amount of dirtbag sex appeal, maybe you’ll end up on a local news station’s human interest piece on skateboarding. Dreams of fucking, Asian news reporter Tricia Takanawa. At the very least, Go Skateboard Day is a great excuse to re-up your skating gear.
Luckily, we’ve got you covered. We’ve got a $50 Go Skate Day grab bag up for sale, to help you look your best, while you attempt a 3 second rail slide for three hours. The bag includes a snapback, a shirt, and a new deck (size 8 only). These items will all be very crucial for you getting discovered by the producers of Tony Hawk 75 and becoming the next great thing in EXTREME sports. If nothing else you can style real hard at the skate park while dudes with actual skills jump over shit, and inspire lust feelings in the 3 women in attendance.
“I wanted to come with a record that could make suburban hood niggas feel proud, while still showing love to Harlem where I stay. My friend Belief came through with all the production on the tape. Post-Apocalypse boom bap shit, with non-corny sprinkles of trap and electro. I think we dug a little deeper without being all over intellectual and shit. SUB.”
Finally, a record for motherfuckers stuntin’ in the cul de sacs of the world. SUB is for everyone that has a lil bit of hood in their heart, despite their geographic location. Dudes in wave caps at Panera bread ordering bread bowls and discussing the intricacies of alien appearances in The Avengers. It’s a strange but familiar reality, the hood is everywhere.
As Kyle Rapps‘ intro says, SUB is a mixture of classic boom bap sensibilities, tight lyricism, and allusions to some of the hyped up laser driven production of today. Think Def Jux, Anticon, or Rhymesayers in their respective heydays. Songs that audibly bridge the experience of fucking around on the block and lounging in the veranda. Featuring guest spots from Action Bronson, Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire, and Aaron Cohen; SUB is a record for the summer, wherever you are.
It’s been a minute since our last Keep Watch Mix, but we are literally twerking with happiness to present the latest installment with DJ SLiiNK! While none of you simps were able to guess via Twitter, it shouldn’t come as much surprise that we wanted to do something with the dude. Sliink has been murdering parties in New Jersey and NYC for a minute, soundtracking a bunch of nights we sorta remember as being a lot of fun. Homeboy has been expanding his reign of turnup terror all around the country, helping people make bad, but fun life choices. We recognized homeboy was on some manifest bass destiny shit; and we figured getting on board was the right thing to do.
Check out some of the brand new remixes including a trap take on Kreayshawn’s “Go Hard” which surprisingly enough, goes pretty hard. Also, if you’re Brooklyn-based, clear your weekend plans and RSVP for Brisk Bodega to catch Sliink alongside Brenmar and Just Blaze. Stream or download the mix below.
1. Dj Khaled Ft Drake , Rick Ross & Lil Wayne – No New Friends
2. Rocko Ft Rick Ross & Future – U.O.E.N.O
3. Rocko Ft Rick Ross & Future – U.O.E.N.O (DjSliink X Dj Big O Rmx)
4. Diplo & GTA – Boy Oh Boy
5. Missy Eliott – Work IT (R4 Jersey Remix)
6. Dj Sliink & Flosstradamus – Crowd Control
7. Chief Keef – Love Sosa (RL Grime Rmx)
8. Salva & Brenmar – Let Me Bang
9. Fki X Dj Sliink – Flight (Amdam)
10. Rihanna Ft Future – Love Song (Dj Sliink Remix)
11. Le Youth – Cool (Dj Sliink Remix)
12. Ace Hood Ft Future & Rick Ross – Bugatti
13. Asap Ferg – Work Remix Ft Asap Rocky , Schoolboy Q ,French Montana & Trinidad James
14. Asap Ferg – Work (Dj Big O Remix)
15. French Montana – Ocho Cinco Ft Diddy & MGK
16. Future – Karate Chop (Mike Gip Remix)
17. Kreayshawn – Go Hard (DJ Sliink Remix)
There are infinite possibilities, for asshole antics, in the Summer. You ain’t got no job, you ain’t got shit to do. Time to get weird. As a young bol let loose on the world, with a lil change, to get into something strange—you’re living the dream. Bask in that motherfucking glow.
High level misdemeanors, questionable romances, and heat await. It’s about to be Friday for three straight months. Break shit, for the fuck of it. Walk around with one button closed on your shirt, to let those three chest hairs blow in the wind. Luxuriate. Start your day, after most restaurants have ended their lunch specials. Take to the court in a jersey that says “death”, because you’re about to murder the game. Juggle hoodrats, hecates, hoochie mamas, highbrow babes, and church girls with devilish sides. When you pull shorty and her friend, call it a playa’s triple double.
When it’s too hot to live, maybe you stay on the stoop and let the adventures come to you. Dutch guts and empty 40s as tiny monuments, to days that can only be fully remembered by comparing notes with your crew. Storm the city, smelling like wealth; with cover, cab fare, and two drinks worth of cash in your pocket. End your night, while others are beginning their day. Do everything and nothing. Give life to the streets.
If you’re on the retro tip with computer games, you’ve no doubt noticed a resurgence of that early-to-mid 90s, pixelated, DOS aesthetic. Hotline Miami combined literally everything I love about being old enough to remember the game’s reference points, but young enough to appreciate how the design stylings have subtly mutated post-2010 into something far more drug-fueled and sinister.
You’ve got this fantastic, synthwave soundtrack featuring artists like Perurbator, an incredible trailer (even if it totally ripped Drive), and hyper-exaggerated, gory gameplay; smashing bad-dudes with a baseball bat and rescuing babes.
The game did well enough that we’re actually getting a sequel! Except whereas the first installment had an obvious 80s setting, the sequel, Wrong Number, will get with the new new that is 90s worship. Keep your eyes peeled for alien heads, geckos, smiley faces, peace signs, and probably much less of a cocaine vibe. The trailer is just a teaser, but if it’s anything like the first Hotline Miami, then we’re all in for an amazing new blood romp.
While the above trailer is just a teaser, it’s got me sufficiently hyped for a 2013 release. And if you haven’t played the first Hotline Miami, hand some cash over to the homeboys at GoG, get sufficiently blitzed, and get your murder-game on.
Scumbags & Superstars is a new and upcoming Brooklyn based brand. It’s founder, George is heavily influenced by old horror/monster movies, vintage comic book art, and classic Americana. These influences have shaped the brands image and identity.
The comics you read or drew as a kid. Skateboarding or painting graffiti with your friends. It’s that underground vibe with a do it yourself attitude that the brand stands for. Unlike other brands Scumbags & Superstars wants to be recognized for its art before the name and takes a different approach to street wear. By making bold graphics, stripped down of the vibrant colors, SxS brings you just the raw essentials.
Scumbags & Superstars is available at our 350 Broadway and 128 South La Brea stores as well as online here.
I hate zombies. Not in the sense that I have a specific dislike for the idea of zombies or a zombie apocalypse, I just hate the fandom, mostly. Everybody’s always talking about how fucking cool it would be to live in a zombie apocalypse, when really, it’d be the most godawful experience you could possibly imagine. Yeah, have fun running for your life every waking minute of every fucking day. Tangentially annoying is how every aspect of pop culture gets “zombified” at one point or another. I’m literally going to lose all hope in humanity the moment I see some fucker wearing a Dr. Who shirt with like a zombie phone booth or whatever that dumb space ship they ride around inside is actually called.
I was pretty apprehensive about this short film called Cargo that came out recently, mostly because it has so much to do with the source of my irrational anger issues toward a pop culture trope that really has no bearing on my actual life or wellbeing in any significant way. Gotta say, though, the concept is super cool.
Watch for yourself, and let us know how you feel about the zombies! Awesome? Corny? Cool in context?
Kinda crust, kinda thrash, kinda early-90s US Death Metal, Mammoth Grinder slays your brain with punishing, chainsaw riffs and 2-inches-from-your-face-come-the-fuck-at-me-bro vocals.
They just debuted a new single, “Paragon Pusher”, off their upcoming LP Underworlds, and all I can say is will somebody please get off the office AirPlay already so we can blast this massive behemoth of a track to the streets below? It just makes me want to run around with pizza in one hand, a Red Bull in the other, flipping over desks, and generally being a total spazz-hesher for a couple minutes.
Underworlds will be released on 20 Buck Spin July 23rd, so that’s plenty of time for scrounging couch change, finding hidden dollars between the seats of your Ford Fiesta, and hitting up old acquaintances for the cash you’re owed for that dime you split at Maryland Death Fest. During the interim, stream the track below and try not to set too many things on fire.
I don’t think I can do this new video from Yung Lean and the rest of the Sadboys crew any justice with mere words. It’s like the culmination of every dorky thing that anybody who was born in the 80s, and then grew up during the 90s, got made fun of for loving. It’s this dimensional love letter to a nostalgia that Lean didn’t even exist within. If I’m calculating his age correctly, dude wasn’t even born when the N64 came out. Zeitgeist hero before he’s even 18, man.
Once again, Lean does his best distillation of every rap trope from the past 25 years, while at the same time rhyming about Louis duffel bags filled with heroin, gold diggers, the west said, salami, pastrami, tokyo, Murakami, and LSD. Self-induce, watch the vid, and pour up a cup of your favorite Arizona Tea product (mine’s the new energy drink line). On that production tip is Suicideyear, a lvl. 100 astral-beat mage. Check his Soundcloud after you’re sufficiently levitated.
Yung Lean’s Unknown Death 2002 will be out July 9th on Мишка Records, and you better not codeine-coma through it. Don’t make us cry like that, breh.
I talked about Lord Dying‘s brand of trad-sludge a couple weeks ago, when they had made available the track “Summoning the Faithless” off their upcoming album of the same name. Now it looks like about a week ago, Relapse Records let another one slip out of the gate, and into the ears of metalheads across the web. Featuring a more uptempo style, “Dreams of Mercy” is definitely one for the headbangers out there. You’ve even got some proggy drumming slipped into the middle there.
The album should be fun for a minute, and like I said in the previous post, I’m glad there’s still a backlash against art-metal, but an entire album of this is gonna bore the shit outta me. But maybe that’s part of the schtick? Maybe you’re encouraged to consume enough beer, weed, and other dubious substances purchased from your friendly neighborhood necromancer, to throw up the horns and puke on your friends?
Note to self: Get fucked up when Summon the Faithless drops. Also, pick up dry cleaning and call mom.
If you’re at all following the electonic music scene in Paris, you might have heard from Piu Piu alongside the ClekCleckBoom crew, and if you really know what’s good, as one part of the Girls Girls Girls DJ crew. This week, she made her official debut as a solo artist with her Nightingale mixtape, a 13-track project where she is no a longer a pair of hands behind the decks (albeit soft), but the sweet and salty voice of a frontwoman. She has enlisted the production tips from Ryan Hemsworth and Myth Syzer, providing a glittery synths to pep up her love stories and while the majority of the lush soundtrack is provided by French Fries and Bambounou.
But it’s not all rosy: some songs display a more rugged edge, such as Bussin’ At ‘Em, produced by Metro Zu with a Trouble Trouble sample, and Baller featuring a screwed chorus and trappist beats. Also of note, Piu Piu’s Telephoned-out take on a Rick Ross classic. I am especially fond of the two-fold The Melt, whose second part comes before the first, and which really highlights her clever and catchy songwriting. Lucky for us this project is free, so head on over to Bandcamp and enjoy a dive into the blooming sounds of Peep pop.
Brooklyn’s finest, the boys in Flatbush Zombies, released this new cut a few days ago; an advance track put out to whet our appetites for the upcoming Better Off Dead tape due out later this Summer.
Damn…Erick Arc Elliott’s production. Pure relaxation put to .wav, dude; love that seductive, R&B siren croon that permeates the track. Could def see myself walking down a boardwalk a little past sunset this season, maybe a lil bitta tree in my pocket, riding those Summer waves to glory.
Stream some digital Xanax below, and a big shoutout to the Dragonball Z artwork. Anybody else catch that?
Muff Lucid is still repping the Rvidxrs crew, despite their recent troubles, and he put out “Let A Nigga Know” shortly before Chris Travis dropped “Rollin” over at Soundcloud. The Klan still lives.
Celebrating getting fucked up and ridin’ hard, Lucid raps over another Sky Lexington banger while walking around some kind of strip club/alleyway/abandoned motel combination supervenue. I wish clubs would just dispense with the pretention and put up a couple light bulbs, some poles, and then just leave it at that; see what happens.
Lots of love for all of us here at Мишка, too; look at all them Keep Watches.
Lucid dropped a mixtape last month, Blackland Bakery 2, so check that out if you slept on it.
There are three films from which I could recite quotes all day long, and in the process, estrange potential friends and also every girl within a mile radius; Blade Runner, Robocop, and American Psycho.
I was actually pretty excited to hear that Kanye was taking inspiration from American Psycho for the Yeezus video promotion, but all I was expecting was just that: inspiration.
Instead, what we have here are Scott Disick and Jonathan Cheban, a couple satellites from Planet Kardashian, trying to act out, shot for shot, the scene where Patrick Bateman murders Paul Allen with an ax to the face. I realize that Yeezy is probably doing Kim a solid by hiring her best friend and her sister’s boyfriend, but fuuuuuck, man…they couldn’t hire a couple trained actors instead of these total spazzes?
