Marriage of Dope Sheep

(Nine Tre, Psychopathic Records)

Early 90s New Orleans supergroup (of sorts) feat. J'Ro J, Ice Mike (formerly Cold Ice?), Tim Smooth & MC P (later Tre-8). I gave it a question mark title because its a single with no clear single or an EP with no clear title. Maybe it once had a spine, maybe it once had a name. My guess is that this is really the "Something Ain't Right" single (loose take on "Mind Playin Tricks"), but "Chriz Walk" is such a stronger effort that I can't quite accept this unproven truth. This is not the cover label of the record I've ripped, but (I think) the cover of their 93 self-titled full-length cassette. I thought yall'd appreciate an image of the actual group and I try to steal as many image from Dober The G as possible. 

This whole package has a uniquely unquantized feel, like the drumpads played live by real fingers, the lowrider trumpets and second line bass tapped on some yamaha keyboard's trumpet and tuba presets. Someone ID the chorus sample on "Pass Me the Nine" for me....

More WBC, fresh ups on youtube, courtesy of 1825Tulane (once again):

Dope In The Back
Til Dope Do Us Part (featuring a "dope" marriage ceremony)
Down With the Coalition (probably the strangest partwriting of any of these)
Freestyle (order: J-Ro J, MC P, Tim Smooth, Ice Mike) falling off, having a good time

youtube txt comment: 
man when seen u put WBC on here i call t-smooth and he dont even have a copy of this


Raw & Uncut

VA Dirty South: Raw & Uncut OST

(2000, Bottom Up) @ that high T&G res

I'm not uploading this record to shine light on some great, overlooked Southern rap music or to share with (largely) strangers the contents of a disc I find myself going back to again and again and again. I can't really say I've spent much time with it and subconsciously this post might really be just an excuse to revisit.

Surfacewise, I'm posting this shit to, for the first time, acknowledge some extra-musical media about the things this blog is about. This is digibootlegging as an advertisement for or endorsement of the best film I've seen about down south rap culture, The Dirty South: Raw & Uncut - Tales of Sex, Music & Money.

Dirty States has some great interview footage, too, but falls behind this film for taking on the neatly compartmentalized format of an MTV special designed to fire buzz words at consumer targets. Raw & Uncut is more like TruTV, starting off as some reality show about spring break freaks only to (somewhat incoherently) disintegrate into a detailed document about the feel and the history of Southern rap. All in all, its loose format captures perfectly (and without apology) the nuances of culture that color this music: Subwoofer as Sexual Technology, Pussy-Popping & the Male Gaze, Rap Music & the Bootyshake Rubric, Notions of Dirt & Purity in Southern Sex Clubs and Law Enforcement Offices, In Defense of Being Butt-Naked In the Middle of the Street, Luke Magic and Pirate Radio Charm and a thousand other American Culture dissertations that would bore anyone and accomplish nothing.

I make everyone watch this movie and lose respect for anyone that asks for it to be turned off.


Bounce Breaks Archive

This post will function as an always growing alphabetized archive of Bounce rap samples, excluding Triggaman and Brown Beat samples, which would just be a headache. Any sample known to you please post as a comment and (assuming verifiability) I'll adjust the post. I realize a blog-post is not the best format for this and I hope that the constant in-pouring of information from you, the audience, will quickly make this an untenable method and force me into something more intelligent. Something tells me I won't get much relevant input, though. I guess that something is history.

I moved this post to a new blog, a single post blog, so as to have enough room to include those samples of infamous ubiquity. Please move all comments to the new spot and don't bother mentioning any Triggaman or Brownbeat samples for a couple of weeks.


That Ghetto Jeopardy

Tre-8 Armageddon:
The Last Day for Rappers

(1999, Smoke 1) @ 320

Another record traced back from that Y2K Q93 tape. The song featured there: "Get Em Rowdy" aka the Ghetto Jeopardy f/ Kangol Slimm, Mr. Cheefa & Lil E. It took me some time to place that sample, first hearing it.

I saw this Hood Affairs video with a lot of AK-47s and someone dressed as Barney and I was reminded how easy it is to start with some cheesy television sample and slip into complete bullshit. The quiz show shit here is buried well and with strength, check it out. Alex Trebek halloween block party, if we take that shit literally, which we don't.

Also on here: a totally different "Triggaman 2000" than the one featured on the Showboyz full-length from around the same time.

Bass Tapes: Never Stop

Various Artists Booty Shakin' Breakout
(1989, Never Stop)

cassette rip @ 320

I was uploading these at a reasonable pace until I realized the extent to which Drop Da Bass was on some kind of completist mission. Today's upload has slipped through their cracks, though. Actually, many cracks. Can you believe the google search "Booty Shakin' Breakout" yields 3 results?

I found out about this record because I bought it, or thought I bought it, for two dollars at Amoeba. I did check the contents, at least so far as confirming the Pandisc logo and near mint status. What I didn't check was the title. If I had I would have discovered the record enclosed to be a Renard with No Regard feat. Ced What full-length, which I may post at a later date. Right now, I'm not even previewing the shit, I'm waiting for the bitterness left from its camouflage to evaporate. Like you know how bad some food tastes when you think its another food.

Then I was on a mission, distracted by this record's confusing title, which I initially read as Never Stop's Underground Rap Roster Booty Shakin' Breakout: Miami's Raw...Uncut...Streetraps-N-Beatmixes... Episode One. I finally trimmed that down and found a sealed cassette copy on Ebay, the perfect format for T&G bass consistency.

Anyways, my initial interest in this record stems from its label, Never Stop Productions, which put out the previously posted Gettin' Bass by Missy Mist. Never Stop is the label of Eric Griffin whose group Worse'em Crew put out a Luke diss record "Triple M Bass". Speakerhead is his alias and everything else on here was produced by him with the assistance of his "apprentice", Money Dee. The failure of this record released Eric from his Pandisc contract. Years later, in St. Louis, he was murdered in his own studio by a group he was recording. The fact that this information reaches us from a Miami Bass History yahoo group by Missy Mist herself reminds me that its the future already.


Homonym Premonition

310 Connection Category 5, Vol. 1
(2000, 310 Hurricane Records)
@ 310 kbps

I traced this one backwards from that previously mentioned turnofthecentury Q93 tape. Its solid and tight, built mostly from those synth cheese presets that Mannie Fresh brought to Southern infamy in the late 90s and that paved the way for the even more ridiculous synth tones that have taken over in all sorts of more recent shit, from 1 bit fruity-loop squarewave snap bass to that eerie trance bullshit that I hear too much on the radio.

The 310 roster has names like an Infinity Gauntlet comic book: Unknown, Bizarre, Tank the Eradicator, Birdyman, Lace, Chaos & Confusion, whose tongue-twist a capella skit confirms my suspicion as he demonstrates those superpowers gleaned from the magic of weed. Its great unbacked rap and I plan on cutting it to hell asap. "Board Ya House Up" is the radio-played single that caught my attention and its geeked up hihats and fax modem bleeps make it a highlite.

This label seems to have unleashed a few other records, too, not that there's a visible discrepancy between fake and real "Coming Soon" images. At the very least Category 5 Vol 2 is available on Amazon for more dollars than anyone has in 2009.


DJ Money Fresh
presents Triggaland
(2002, Act Bad) @ 320 kbps

I used to be a beast in 08 but now its 09 and bitch I ain't a beast no more, I'm an animal

First post in this Y2K9 and what you can look forward to in this year from this blog is a bumpy start followed by non-stop onslaught. Let me bore you with the specifics: everything as of yet paged on these pages and everything as of yet computed by me on a computer was on this beast of a PC clone built in the year 1998 by my highschool friend and then rebuilt for me in the year 2000. By the time this blog got birthed, the beast took up half my apartment and fanned loud enough to keep the neighbors up. Its power source depended on a whole daisy-chain of power strips which frequently caught fire. Every upload took 6 days of Netscape Navigator waiting time, every manipulated image had to be constructed pixel by pixel in the Windows 95 version of Paint. I could only listen to audio, skipping - no doubt, in the left headphone speaker, I could only watch youtube frame by frame.

Finally, though, the Centenarian has passed. Actually, it only on-its-own near-died, time-stuck in that wild flailing and squalling of a fatally sick housecat.. and so like any good farmer I took it out back and shot it, so to speak, jabbing a flathead screwdriver through the ripped-out HD brains like I was Susan Atkins or something and bytheway, what the hell is Charles Manson doing on that Killer Mike track? His reverent sampling is like something from a Tool or White Zombie album.

Not that I have that Animal quite yet. Hoping to make that possible with 2008's tax returns. In the meantime, I've managed to hire a temporary replacement and with that machine I bring you today's offering, a sort of chilled out R&B bounce mixtape from the imagined fantasy world, Triggaland, where every stop on your FM dial is baked, fried or sauteed Triggamen, even if it at times tastes a hell of a lot like Magic's "What", Khia's "My Neck, My Back", or even Kenny Rogers "The Gambler".