Monday, August 31, 2009

Video Stream: Case File "Again"

...because I feel like doing this.

(not the video edit...but fuck it, it's a crystal clear copy of the video)

Cheers to You, Good Weather

A couple of my favorite, previously-sampled records that which compliment the (finally) "comfortable" weather out here in NYC.

I said "a couple"...there you have it.

Botanica Bar, Dirty 30's, Last Night

Had a ridiculous time last night spinnin' my man Mark's "Enter Your 30's" birthday event at Botanica Bar on E. Houston Street.  The place was packed with a live mixed favorite type of situation to go in on...and it didn't stop until about 4:15am.  There was crazy family on the check-in all throughout and I was glad it was all love and madness for my dude reaching his 30th year on the planet.

Seriously though, the night started with some vintage Jackson 5 to set off the whole birthday vibe (being that it was MJ's bornday as well), into some 70's and 80's cook-out classics...then things got deep.  The Golden Age crates got dug out...vintage everything from De La, Tribe, Black Sheep, Cypress, Chubb Rock, P.E., Rakim, Run DMC, Main Source, Pete Rock & CL Smooth, a name a little of what was then followed by classic Dancehall murder courtesy of my millz DJ Conquerrah (RESCUE TEAM WHATTUP).  Things got outta hand in all the good ways possible...he gave me the most proper alley(-oop) with some Biggie, more Cypress, and Onyx...the rest was a gorgeous blur.

Seriously, even the requests were on-point...things like "Halftime", "''93 'til Infinity", "Incarcerated Scarfaces", "The Takeover", and mucho mention of Wu Tang and Native Tongues classic ALBUMS...mostly coming from the lady side of things.  Yep.

I remember yelling ... a lot...mostly because I played a jarring slew of Wu Tang classics...spanning 36 Chambers to even The W ...almost mosh pit status with all the body slamming and arm throwing.

Huge shouts to everyone who came was my pleasure.
music that makes for an angry half-grin

  Gotta love the "grimy basement party steez" (as Conquerrah so correctly coined it).  Shit was like a house party for real...just a really big room with a big bar.
happy shirts make happy birthdays
shouts to Jocelyn for posting pics of the night

Wish I had a decent camera with which to snap shots as well... this was one for the books.

Three major joints of the night... (one video has two songs in should know that):

See you at No Malice Palace in the Lower East come Thursday night.

Friday, August 28, 2009


Fuck it... the URL is back to it's OG form. After having seen more pages with links to this lovely space on the Internet...I've come to realize how truly prime the real estate is around here.

I'm staying for another year.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Great Outdoors

Today is a new one. Off I go into this insanely comfortable NYC weather.

A very welcomed break from the retarded hot and humid bull' we've been experiencing over the last couple of weeks. Yes, I was outside in 66-degree coolness this morning and cannot wait for the chain of days like this to arrive. Fall and Spring win.

Enough posting...enjoy the reading and media...and enjoy the day.

Time for me to hop on the BMX and make moves!

And to close on the topic of classics and "new day"'s an essential:

Amerikkka's Most Wanted

Say what you will about the more modern day Cube who decided to subscribe to the whole Hollywood thing, post-Singleton, where he's either doing a flick that reinforces the same (negative) African-American stereotypes or a "family-friendly", cream puff outing (which probably supports some of the same shitty stereotypes). So yes, say what you will...I just did, in so many words.

That aside, YOU CANNOT TELL ME SHIT about the angry, politically charged West Coast lyricist (-slash-ghostwriter, ha!) of the late '80's to about '93/'94.

On to the highlights in video form:

Pre-N.W.A. exit and Post-N.W.A. Interview

One of the hardest verses of the late 80's.

Irony at it's best...

gafflin' goods before everyone else...even from his own peoples.

One last hit...unfortunately, no visual media for this one...

Purple Tape Pedigree - New URL

Yep. After typing "" enough/one too many times, I've come to realize how tedious that URL was...and we all know that tedium is no fun. So today marks a moment of renovation... I present to you, the new URL:

Of know this already, since you're here reading this.

'Nuff Gats

First off, I'd like to thank MC Izzy Ice (or "Iz") and DJ Majesty for forming Da King & I and creating 1993's Contemporary Jeep Music. If one requested an album which encapsulated the transitional feeling of '93 (or mid-'92 to the tip of '94...aka the "early-mid 90's"), in being a step away from the playful funk motif into a lower-ended, edgier, raw "hoodies and 40-Below's" sound that maintained the fundamental emphasis on exuding originality, this would be one of those I'd throw in that person's hand alongside Enta Da Stage, Enter the 36 Chambers, Mecca and the Soul Brother, Stunts, Blunts, and Hip Hop, and Intoxicated Demons. This album was criminally slept-on as it wreaks of ambition and ingenuity (call it "creative drive", perhaps)...playing host to a wide array of beats, some hard, some still playful, but all with layered samples and whip rattling the flipping through concepts and styles, song to song, flawlessly executed with unusual agility by Iz (style AND content).

And now to today's feature presentation...
Peep the Buckshot cameo 'pon mention of calling his "rugrats"...real Brooklyn shit.

Not only is the song retarded dope...but the original records Maj used to put the beat together are equally as ill:

The "jeep bass" and then some.

The hook/alternate sample.

And lastly, the drums...

Check for the break clocking in around the 2:12 mark. Let me just say that these drums have a similar effect on me as "Synthetic Substitution" or "It's a New Day", in that I end up going apeshit for damn near any song (or at least the beat, if the song is trash) that has utilized this (let's see: Dre and Snoop's "Deep Cover", the Liks' "Make Room", Heather B's "All Glocks Down", Pete Rock & CL's "Anger In The Nation", PE's "Get The Fuck Outta Dodge", LL's "Mama Say Knock You Out", De La's "Eye Know" get the pic). Rugged, especially when cats keep the horns in the drum track, to add to the rhythmic element.

Speaking of favorite songs that have utilized the above-highlighted drum break...


I'd also like to thank whoever came up with this blog idea, for the last few years have introduced me to so many astounding bits of music. Contemporary Jeep Music is no exception. Much like at least one other person out there in the blogosphere, it was not until recently when I had (re-)discovered this album and gave to it my undivided. I was blown away. Without venturing too deeply into the brush of album synopsis, let me just mention that I have listened to Da King & I's masterpiece at least once a week since my re-awakening to its omnipotent presence in the "Golden Age" annals. Here's a very fresh interview with Maj to read after finishing with your session of educational listening (found on "From Da Bricks" in doing a search for something related to them). PTP style.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Bad Tagging: Rorschach in Germany, '92

Okay. Fucking intense, tight, and thoroughly entertaining performance. Typical German punk/hardcore scene hijinx with the paper mache snowball wars and energy (at least from what live footage I've seen of other bands playing in that region).

...not to mention a quick Nirvana rendition...yes, THAT Nirvana.

Come September 25th, I will be tearing my vocal chords out at the NYC reunion...then I'm skating off to the Organized Konfusion/P.R.T. show (followed by the C.R. reunion/finale out in Shaolin the next day). I will have no face.

This was found under the "related videos" section of the following (probably infamous) clip of Rorschach playing their cover of Black Flag's "My War". As I was one of the unlucky few who missed them in the early 90's, the "My War" performance was the first live clip that I had the pleasure of finding. I was seriously floored. In this, I saw a band who looked and performed as they sounded on record...fucking crazy.

The fact that, in the video, they are all reduced to silhouettes thrashing around on stage, due to the venue's choice of "mood lighting", made this even more psychologically appealing. To me, it heartily reinforced the band's bold, and sometimes unsettling, visual aesthetic (as well as that of the music). Let's also not overlook the coincidence of the whole "cloaked identity"/Watchmen comic book character (from whom their name was adopted)...and the element of ambiguity that which the inkblot test was centered around (from which Alan Moore derived the name for his character).

Oh yeah, the tags were "BORN" and "AGAINST".

Bang Bang.

Could not help but be reminded of this refreshingly ignorant (what I mean is, the director (Gza?) put a very "fun" and creative spin on something as ignorant as club/party shoot-outs) Wu video when catching a bit of some new Green Day video on TV this morning, a video which featured a couple in a home being slowly shot up by who we should probably think are the authorities (the bullets also barely missing the band whilst in "scene performance" mode...darn). Honestly, I cannot even recall what channel it was, since no one plays music videos anymore. And no, I'm not a fan of Green Day at all...I just wanted to see what a popular band these days chooses to do for visual stimuli (aside from getting Hot Topic "girly" hair and guyliner). Yes, fuck you.

For obvious reasons, this may have slipped by some when it was originally released...thank you Youtube. I've always loved the song, especially how it presents itself as a formatless romp through varied style and content (plus the random 2-bar change up), and the video does the job as a music video should (if it isn't quite telling a story, it at least accentuates the imagery and ideas found within the lyrics...that being said, I favor the more non-literal of these visual accompaniments). Raw.

Nothing like the smallest cat in the crew, U-God, wielding the biggest cannon, Desert Eagle. (Pause)

Promo Show: "ain't the same old, same old like all the stories told"

De La Soul - 3 Feet High And Rising press kit video. So many gems dropped during the course of 7 minutes (word to Prince Paul's "Mickey Mouse record" drum break).

Remember. "We are NOT hippies."

Thursday, August 20, 2009


GOODS! The Return of August.

It's another 3rd Thursday of the month...
Now more tailored for the "after work" crowd.
Starts at 8pm.
Thursday, August 20.
$5 Mixed Drink Specials ALL NIGHT (but you can start at Happy Hour and then faithfully coast on into Goods).
I, GENGHIS, will be serving you a fresh batch of old school soul/r&b, funk, breakbeats, hip hop, and whatever else is in good taste.
No dress code.
511 East 6th Street (bet. Aves A & B)

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Yo. These are my peoples. DJ Conquerrah and Al Boost...aka the Rescue Team. Check their blog/podcast out...Rescue Team Radio.

Also, be sure to check DJ Conquerrah on Brooklyn Radio...he just did a FRESH "Best Of The Bad Brains" episode...covered all me through a tough night of drone ant fighting and laundry at 2:00am (long story).

Currently, those cats and I are working on multi-platform collaborations to be revealed in the near future.

Also, shout out to the people who had me (and my millz ED, one of the most thorough drivers I know) out in hot ass BK, yesterday, with a 1200 in hand(s)...under the impression that I'd be able to drop it off for repair. Yeah...way to not show up to open up your business for the day and have me head back on the L and 6 trains with a Technics tank under my (sweaty ass) arm (I was told to go there only an hour prior to that by their customer service/information guy). Major GAS FACE. At least we got some ill tacos at La Superior (before the place filled up with hipster trash) and bumped into my motherfuckin' main stain Tes-Uno. Good peoples and good eats, essential in this day and age where things can seemingly turn to shit in seconds.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Video Stream: Case File #53782

RAISE THE FLAG Pt. II: Ray Pettibon

Okay...Black Flag tribute...done...but I forgot to mention one of the most important details surrounding this great band...something that helped make them such an unforgettable/undeniable presence...the artwork. Courtesy of Greg Ginn's brother, and original Black Flag bassist (when they were known as PANIC), Raymond Pettibon.

Not much to say except the images he created scarred the brain. They yelled through your head. Even his most seemingly tame pieces discharged a disturbing tension onto the visual palate. This was a perfect marriage for the band's "scraping at the bottom" content.

Some more favorites:

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Last Night

Last night I linked up with a few of my peoples and ended up at Identity Bar & Lounge in the LES. This was already one of the target locations on our navigation for the evening, due to the inevitable freshness that is associated with "The Go Off!" (a monthly event taking place on the 2nd on). Well, we ended up staying there until close (a bit after 4:00am). Plenty of good, classic music and good peoples around...the guy-gal ratio was on point and the crowd was diverse yet there wasn't any detectable attitude or tension (something I've always loved about this event). The basement was packed by 1:30-2:00am and the b-boys and b-girls were definitely in attendance (I counted three ciphers during Skeme Richards' set around 3am...real Hip Hop shit).

This event was actually how I first ended up in Identity...thus inspiring me to have and spin my own bornday party there...and now the 3rd Thursdays ("Goods").

Check this out in the following's free, there's no bullshit at the door with dress code or crowd control, the drinks are done right (by right, I mean strong), and the squad does it correctly.

Shouts to Lawrence, Teknyc, Skeme Richards, Sickroc, Unkle Chip and the rest for providing a damned good time.

Big ups to Jimmy D for toughing out the hotbox at 4am! See you later this week my dude! Also big ups to my mans and 'em...Big Rob-Lo and Ben Diesel...for gettin' it in.

Thursday, August 13, 2009


As I said earlier in my Spazz post...for me, it all started with Bad Brains and Black Flag (with Leeway arriving shortly after). This is about the almighty Black Flag...well...words can't really describe...but let's try anyway (while also keeping things brief since you SHOULD know all that which follows this shitty intro paragraph).

In ugly behemoth of abrasive, unhinged, relentlessly charging, technical chaos. This band was like sticking a mind-reader to the head of an individual on the brink of suicide, like a fridge magnet, while said individual is realizing that he/she loathes himself/herself too much to even expend the energy to follow through with it...all while the inner-head conversation is broadcast over a loud speaker.

What else can I say about a band that doesn't lose steam after 3 frontman/vocalist switches, each of whom was amazing, IMO, and added a distinctive emotional characteristic to the band's powerful, head draining, audio shitstorm. That being said, I think my absolute favorite front was Dez Cadena for the sheer ferocity of his vocal shred. He reached the pit of their "screw loose and fucking happy about it" content with his voice and unyielding delivery. Unfortunately, in 1981, he had to stop due to the heavy strain he put on his vocal cords.

"Depression" w/ Dez on vocals

"American Waste" and "Police Story" from Target Video w/ Dez on vocals (circa '81, not '83).

Exit Dez, enter Rollins. Tonally, he sounded quite similar to Dez...but not only could he yell like a motherfucker, he carried out even more of a "wildman broke out of his cage today" approach and brought that to the stage with incredible presence.

"Room 13" from Damaged w/ Henry Rollins on vocals.

The real question is, what Rollins-era Flag is my favorite...when they were a 5-piece with Dez on 2nd guitar (as heard on Damaged and seen in the following video)? Or when they returned to a 4-piece with Kira Roesseler on bass (I would say My War, which IS one of my favorite albums, but it was recorded with Greg Ginn playing bass under the alias of "Dale Nixon")?

"Thirsty And Miserable" in 5-piece mode w/ Rollins on vocals and Dez on rhythm guitar and backing vox...circa '82 (my guess).

"Depression" Again, 5-piece unit. Turn this up and watch how fucking crazy this is. Also note Chuck Biscuits on the skins (pause). 1983.

"Padded Cell" last time for the 5-piece beast. Rollins letting it all out 110%. IMO, his style of vocal delivery was a huge influence on many of the late 80's through 90's throat kill frontmen and of the most salient examples, and one of my favorites, being Sam McPheeters (of Born Against fame).

"My War" as a 4-piece w/ a devastating Kira on bass. Circa '84/'85. Source: Deerborn, Michigan's own Back Porch Video in '85.

In the end, maybe this post was redundant in the sea of Black Flag posts out there in the blogosphere. But 1. I've been on a posting string of classic Cali hardcore punk...and 2. I wanted to pay tribute to one of the first-wave hardcore punk bands that I can put on to today and not feel like I'm listening to purely reminisce. In other words, the music has aged well with me. I still discover bits and pieces I didn't catch the first hundred times when there's such a genuine balance of solid song writing and raw emotion (with some experimentation sprinkled on top to keep things interesting) get a product with tremendous staying power.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

51st Post Celebration!

After 50 comes 51.

This one goes out to the youth...I'm about to sign off for the night...leaving on a positive note...

OG, No Remakes, PART 3: "The lucky ones died first..."

No Man's Slave

Note: I've recently come across a few too many people who are into aggressive/brutal forms of band-provided music who were not all too familiar with the grandmasters, Infest, therefore I kind of went into article mode.
Infest. 80's West Coast Hardcore quartet who pioneered the style of play that later became known as "Powerviolence". What does that mean? They played with an insanely fast, ridiculously slow, always heavy, raw, livid, no punches pulled approach to "letting it all out" (usually in far less than 1.5 minutes). They took the unhinged blasts started by Siege and The Neos (them being especially unhinged) and just stuffed the aggression into a tighter-bodied shell casing...the result...a much stronger, more focused site of impact to the victim, causing irreparable damage.
Aside from the initial, all too obvious sonic attributes, one of my favorite elements about this band was the fact that the material, as progressive as it was to play stop-starts and tempo changes that intensely, was just that. They managed to hold onto the mega primal energy about which most hardcore purists fly off the edge in a rant. It was absolute raging...and as much of a non-academic bullying as it was, plus the fact that Joe Denunzio's physical appearance somewhat resembled a certain Big Moose Mason (of Archie fame), they were overtly anti-jock/anti-violence/anti-sexism (and "anti" toward plenty of the other ills and isms that have plagued society for centuries) and their songs reflected this in a refreshingly intelligent snap of wit.
They were intact for around 10 years (calling it a day sometime in '96, so I've heard) and constantly made killer music during that period. They left us with a handful of vinyl, a split or three, and mucho bootlegs...not to mention some live footy that is not hard to come by (thank you Internet). Their most popular release is one that makes the history books again and again...for good reason...1988's Slave.

Enjoy (lyrics contained on individual youtube pages):
"Sick O"

"Life's Halt"

"Mindless" (obviously a trend of straightedge beliefs exist in the music...but they weren't to the extreme of being called a "straightedge band"...there's a difference)
"Break The Chain"
"Sick & Tired"

"Fetch The Pliers" (yup, an instrumental)

Saturday Night

Get wild man...

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The World Plant Seeds In My Mind...

I bring to you a different type of Axelrod-related "original"...this time in the form of Pete Rock's "Strange Fruit"...the first version that featured Noreaga and Mekolicious (instead of Cappadonna and Sticky Fingaz, who replaced them for the album version). Too bad Cap wasn't on this version as well...that was when he was A-game. Nore's verse is fucking classic. This must've been off of a Stretch Armstrong tape dub... love it.

On The Other Side

More Axelrod...not rare...but I don't give a fuck. At least two great songs were made off of this gem.

Diamond D classic. Yep.

More Don:

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Leave A Fingerprint On Purpose

This should need no explanation. A favorite from each artist.

David Axelrod "Divine Image"

Godfather Don "Seeds Of Hate"

Kool G Rap "Take 'Em To War"Featuring Grimm Reaper (aka MF Grimm) & B-1


D. Axelrod "Terri's Tune"

Show & AG "Check It Out"

Monday, August 3, 2009

Strickly That Sticky...

You may or may not remember these cats. Strickly Roots. This ain't Wikipedia... just peep the videos for some Golden Age goodness. My BX cats should throw their X's

Most will remember the above posted joint, "Beg No Friends" featuring Fat Joe and Grand Puba...CLASSIC.

"Duck Da Boyz"...this is most definitely being added to a future podcast... you'll see. Is it me, or were anti-cop joints at a high in the early 90's? I guess that makes sense in regard to what was going down at that point (Rodney King comes to mind).

You may recognize a certain huskier-voiced MC in the group, especially on "Beg No Friends". A few years later, he went solo and released this...


Mega stupid props to Phillip, Troy and co. at Post Bikes on North 1st in BK. Heads are good peoples and actually show that they care about their customers (a few VERY popular spots in the Soho/East Ville area need to learn somethin'...ah, nevermind...let's keep this happy, right?). Plus how many spots out there really revolve around BMX (but these cats handle any type of bike it seems)?

Walked outta there with a FBM Marauder...a big step away from the '87 Performer...both are great, but I'm just not down with tossing around the GT all wild like.

If you're in the city and need a bike situation handled...hop over to 'em. Support.

And my man's blog while you're at it... POST BMX BLOG

Last Night on HBO...

was damned great. Fully enjoyed all of the new eps. Let me just give props to whoever picked out the songs that made up the soundtrack to last night's Entourage. Very fresh...(except for the end credits...don't know what that was about)'s what I was happy about:

(shitty quality on the YG'z video...)

Seriously though...the song choice was on point...definitely fit in with the vibe of the show. Props.

p.s. Please excuse the weird coding glitches of the previous post...the word-wrap is looking suspect on my screen.


Let me just say that I was a kid who sat in front of the TV in the 80's.

Plenty of classic titles to drop, which I won't really do here, except I can say that while I built and destroyed Lego creations, spilling out of this old paint can in my room (which I still have somewhere), it was a surefire bet that I'd stop dead in my tracks to "absorb" whatever there was that had to do with Transformers, Voltron, G.I. Joe, Robotech, Saturday Afternoon Kung Fu Theater, A-Team, Knight Rider, Airwolf...and Ninjas.

Ninjas...ha ha...funny joke still? Hardly. But ninjas will always remain "gravy" in my book. A staple alternative to The Shaw Brothers'/Golden Harvest's "kung fu flick" superhuman fighter character...not to mention, less operatic than the Wuxia style and far less tragically poetic than their Samurai counterparts. Ninjas were the "quick nut" for moviemakers who wanted relentlessly fast, (usually) sword-fronted action, typically outlined by an exaggerated, non-sensical story, and an easy road to stunt-double utilization.

Sub-genre breakdown aside, this post is about the gem that is American Ninja, starring Michael Dudikoff as the military man and undercover ninja hero by the (really original...ahem) name of Joe Armstrong. Long story short, fuck the plot...I taped this treat off of WPIX (Channel 11 for you NYC/Manhattan types...before it became "the WB") one Friday night in the late '80's (or maybe it was the Saturday afternoon presentation). I was devoted to the point of piety...consistently repeating the sequence of pressing the Rewind button, until the VCR sounded off clicks and purred with the flexing of springs and mechanical plastic what-nots, then rolling my finger over the Play button with as much excitement and anticipation as the first time. This was the routine every Friday and/or Saturday night...often as the main event to a friendly sleepover.

Original Trailer:

(Crazy shit, American Warrior? Really? Wow.)

American Ninja 2:

(the last of the on-screen Dudikoff in this series...things went downhill QUICKLY after this point)

American Ninja 3 (just so you get the drift):

(the only redeeming part of this crudfest was Steve James getting it in, once again, with his double machete/sword business...and even that was old news to a young Geng)

Anyone remember Avenging Force? Mike Dudikoff being "hunted" in some swampy forest scenario. The Cannon Films trailer doesn't showcase enough of that part though...the old WPIX commercials made it seem like the whole flick was the basis to Rockstar Games' Manhunt ('cept, in a forest'y swamp).

For the bizarre (see what I mean by Manhunt?)

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Steady Dippin'

Yo. Not for nothin'...and this could even go under the "Ya Livin' Foul" chapters...but I'd rather hear a joint like this, one that bigs up the usage of PCP, than the combined offerings of whatever has come out in the last handful of years from the West Coast (or really, most of this newfangled rap shit). I had to post something like this due to my just witnessing a certain video for a song exclaiming the want to "fuck every girl in the world". You serious b? I could say some wild foul stuff, but I made a promise to play nice. No hate...just being honest...I honestly can't believe it though.

Bump this...classic sample-driven, golden age West Coast funkiness. As a native New Yorker, I couldn't really deny this as just some more post-Chronic, 2nd generation wasn't...especially due to the fresh usage of that Teddy P sample (well, the whole package is FRESH to me) matter how loc'd out this was. I also love how the drums are still on that funk slap stee, but the actual joint wasn't straight from Parliament or Zapp. This is the radio edit...which is still funny because a fine tuned ear can hear plenty of references to that "water"...and some spots where Jayo replaced some of the album version's wording. You can easily find the "uncensored", more blatant version on the 'tube...but this is the audio that goes with the video (which is really dope IMO). Enjoy.

Maybe my negative opinion on dust is due to my history with close friends who've either dealt with or completely lost their ways to it (again, not going to get into it). I can't fuck with a dusthead, period. People have done some real wild stuff off of the "Superman Drug"...which I guess is why it makes sense for Hip Hop cats, especially, to indulge in it since there's the whole machismo element present in the subculture. The irony is that plenty of cats I favor as MC's have admitted to doing it recreationally (how else?). I won't mention names, but there's a long list of 'em from NYC to Philly (definitely Philly)...and of course out West. Shit, that's really just the tip of the ignorant drug abuse mentioned on wax iceberg. Whatever...if getting wet is part of your process...fine...just don't go out like Big Lurch or David Lochary.

Ya Livin' Foul...Pt. II