Have you shaken your body to Dre Skull’s music any time in the last year? If you haven’t it’s not too late to catch up. Granted, it might be too cold; until you watch the videos! Beenie Man started the dance last year with Hot Like Fire on the Loudspeaker riddim, where some a handful of ladies find the darndest of places to move their butts, such as a salt mine and the middle of an intersection.

For the Kling Kland riddim, it was Popcaan who opened hostilities, casually riding on the back of motorcycles as he emulates Montell Jordan for a slightly younger and rougher crowd. Then it was Tifa’s turn, sparring with Jamaica’s boxing team as she fired a couple potshots at her current obsession (and former mentor) Lady Saw. And now the circle is complete, as Beenie Man’s takes his turn on Kling Klang, wearing a crown and velvet cape, as he leads his army of hot gals to take over the world. All in good fun though, judging by how much the boat is rocking. I bet you’re feeling nice and toasty now.

We all know Azealia Banks as the lady rapper with green hair, who raps on weird dolphin mating noise beats. We also know The Strokes as pioneers of the mid 00′s garage rock resurgence, but how are we supposed to feel when Azelia covers The Strokes’s “Barely Legal”? I, for one, never expected Azealia to actually be a good singer, but expectations are meant to be defied and musical boundaries are to be crossed.

On a dreamy, witch-hop-esque beat—very Azealia—is anything but normal. There is no rapping at all, just pure singing. I still haven’t wrapped my head around the fact that AZEALIA BANKS IS SINGING A SONG WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY JULIAN CASABLANCAS. Although the lyrics are the same, the entire aesthetic of the song is different. The production, by Linderbergh Palace, adds a completely different flavor to the garage rock sound originated by Julian and the gang. Kinda sounds like something I might hear on the radio in the early 00′s, but also kinda sounds like something I’d hear at a Brooklyn loft party.

This is the second song we’ve heard Azealia sing. Does this mean we will hear more of Azealia sing rather than rap? Has she given up on her whole “sea-punk” image? Will she start singing dolphin squeal lullabies to match her beats? Who knows.

Last weekend Butterz celebrated their third birthday with a massive show featuring Joker, JME, Skepta, Swindle, and a bunch of other dudes. Thanks to the magic of Joker’s Soundcloud page we have an hour of audio from the show, for all of us Yanks that couldn’t be there. Shit is hard.

If you’ve never got into Grime, please fuck with this mix, because this is about as good as it gets. With a live performance featuring DJs and MCs that start at the redline and just keep pushing shit, this set plays out as the super aggressive mix of rap and rave sensibilities, that Trap Music really wants to be. There’s ton of heavy bass for all the heads that like the trap shit, huge breakdowns for the Dubstep heads, punchlines and Twista style double time raps for rap heads. Serious business.

While some of us might be familiar with Grime via Dizzee Rascal, Lady Sovereign, or Roll Deep Crew’s brief periods of fame in the states, this mix is Grime in its natural element—live, loud, and entirely chaotic. Dudes brought back the old pirate radio broadcast feelings with this one. Stream this mix and lose your mind at your desk, just don’t make gun fingers; end up being the weird dude that has to be escorted out of work by security.

There’s strong old school hessian vibes permeating this song, a jam that’s tailor made for vans with airbrushed wizards on the side, driven by dudes with jean vests. Extremely crucial. While a lot of people like to rock that look, or fuck around like they’ve been into thrash since Kirk Hammett was in Exodus, The Shrine are the real deal.

In the video for “Primitive Blast” they take us back to the way nerdy pothead dudes used to party on Saturday nights in the 70s and 80s. Homeboy chills in his room, alone, drinks some beers, and takes massive bong hits while headbanging and playing air guitar. I get a strong feeling that this guy owns multiple Cheech & Chong movies on VHS. Looks like a cool bro.

Straight up, this video is a tribute to everyone that liked metal before it was cool, everyone that fucked with skateboarding before the motherfucking X Games, and all the people that’ve had their mom come into their room and say “would you turn that shit down”.

The Shrine salutes you.

Usually when a new artist does a remix of their hit song, they get one established dude to jump on the song as a cosign. Get a couple more plays on the track, add a few more fans. It’s a smart tactic. Rarely do you get three dudes to guest on your song who collectively outshine you in a manner akin to a firefly in front of a supernova. Never, do you get three dudes on your song that outshine you, and then have the engineers remove your verses entirely from the song. This is almost as bad as Memphis Bleek’s “Dear Summer” featuring Jay-Z; which didn’t actually have Bleek on it. At least they let dude be in the video.

Do note Trinidad James making his presence felt in the “All Gold Everything” remix video with the weird old lady hat, and the bandana wrapped around it. I’m really feeling that Jimmy Hendrix meets Grandma, meets early Dreamcast “urban” character swag. Jeezy definitely wins best flip of the “popped a molly, I’m sweating” meme, but 2 Chainz wins the best eye patch award. Finally, I want to shoutout the white dude with the dreads hanging out with Jeezy for being the most relaxed motherfucker I’ve seen in a rap video in a long time. Dude looks like he stepped straight out of Circle Jerks video, but that’s cool as shit in its own way.

This is the same ole shit you see in every video. A teenage girl develops an affinity for motorcycle stunts, falls in love with danger, maybe falls in love with one of the dudes in the gang, and eventually becomes part of the gang that every once and awhile sets their bikes on fire for the fuck of it. Same old boy meets girl meets bike meets flames story. Like I said, you’ve seen this a million times before.

There’s beautiful choreography, stunt work, and cinematography on display in this for “Defiant Order”. The color work alone is fucking on point. I just wish Birdy Nam Nam would’ve taken time to come up with an original concept instead of rehashing every other music video that’s a subtle combination of Save The Last Dance and Biker Boyz with some John Hughes sensibilities thrown in.

Originality is dead y’all.

By now we all know that the Atlanta rap ecosystem functions by having rappers feed new material to strip club DJs, and strip club DJs feed hits to the radio. Just because we all know about this system doesn’t mean we can’t indulge in a beautifully shot short documentary about it. We all know the lion is gonna eventual catch that gazelle, but the Nature Channel is still in business.

Atlanta Dream$ is the latest in the New American Noise series of regional music docs commissioned by Nokia; featuring Trinidad James, T-Pain, Two 9 Records, and a bunch of physics defying strippers. You get to see T-Pain’s weird faced cat and Trinidad James’ surprisingly bummy, frat boy house. Favorite part of the documentary, by far, has to be the section where they visit the stripper supply store—it’s a straight up Home Depot of ho-ish decoupage. Always great to see the unsung heroes of a scene finally get some shine.

Really glad to see it’s back in vogue for established rappers to jack other people’s beats and murder ‘em. Without this phenomena coming back in style, we wouldn’t have this amazing version of Future’s “Turn On The Lights” by La Chat. While Future’s original version is him struggling to find a five star chick through darkness and autotune, La Chat’s version is about her trying to find someone to lick her pussy through a bunch of lame dudes and autotune.

La Chat rap/singing through autotune about cunnilingus sounds a lot like heavy syrup era Lil Wayne, but where he sounds a lot like a 14 year old that’s never seen a vagina in real life, La Chat sounds like a grown ass woman trying to get right, tonight. Ladies next time you’re on that late night creep, save the coy text messages and just send ya man/girl/that motherfucker off Craigslist a link to this video and/or La Chat’s “Slob On My Cat“. Your intent will be known. Feel like this could be a sexual liberation anthem for women, the likes of which we haven’t seen since 20 Fingers’ “Short Dick Man” or Khia’s “My Neck, My Back“. Jezebel needs to co-sign this shit post haste.