Atmosphere (well, it was Felt (with Ant! My first ever Ant sighting!), but Slug and Murs did some solos while the other acted as hypeman/weed carrier) debuted a new single during the
PAID DUES tour last night, and, coincidentally, I had downloaded the song from Stereogum earlier in the day...
Sunshine
which makes this Sluggo's second Sunshine themed track, but unlike "Nothing But Sunshine", there's no strangled cattle.
I loathed Atmosphere's last album, but Sean is still one of the most magnetic live performers in hip-hop, and if this track is any indication, the next album will correct the swoon of the last.
missed Hangar 18 & most of Blueprint (who I've seen before anyway), Grouch and Eligh brought some bangin' beats with conscious rhymes (good combination), Cage SUCKS live now that he's only PRETENDING to be all fucked up and whacked out like he used to be ("I Need Drugs" loses it's power when the mc is no longer a druggie), Mr. Lif didn't perform any of his older, better material, but when the big ass albino Muslim took the stage, all was forgiven.
Brother Ali pwnt it. Magnetic presence.
Sage was alright, but I miss the live band he used to rock out with him in Providence, R.I. And white conscious rap gets boring quick, having two of 'em on one bill gets kinda boring and played right quick (tho' props to Sage for dropping Buck 65's "The Centaur" beat and utterly destroying it with a verse of pure fire).
I was bore-noyed, high, drunk, and thinking of leaving...but then Felt came on and blew shit up proper. Murs, dressed in a awesome thrift store purchase (full on NASCAR "speedsuit") and Slug (with awesome, scum-bag hipster mustache!) started skipping around the stage, and then launched into a mini-set of Felt's best, going all the way back before even the Ricci obsession. Felt is good for rap in general...mixed race membership, fun, witty, bangin' beats, charismatic performers who love working with/one-upping each other. Great show.
When you name your Northern-Southern Cali rap supergroup LIVING LEGENDS, you had better back your shit up with something tight. That they not only lived up to but surpassed the name speaks volumes of just how much pwnage LIVING LEGENDS has in spades. Old-school group rap of traded verses, stage energy (sadly, no choreographed outfits or dances), crowd rocking beats...best live hip-hop group act I've seen since the heyday of the Wu.
and goddamn, The Warfield is a great venue. Since the show was a last minute dealio, since indie-kids have moved on from backpack, the show wasn't even close to sold out, and the drugged up 'yoof doesn't have the endurance to last a long-ass show, so by the end, only the true hip-hop heads were left, and they gave LIVING LEGENDS all the love the so thoroughly deserved.
Personally, I'm an atheist in the voting booth and a theist in the movie theatre. I separate the morality of religion with the spirituality and solace of it. There is something boring about atheism.