Worse Em "Triple M Bass"
(1986, Bass Station Records)
Looks like I'll be blogging a lot this week: turns out I have swine flu and can't go to work till Sunday. I may post more violently or abnormally - Tamiflu side effects.
I read that this was a Luke Diss record. Seems more like, despite the scratched "hard as hell", a lite Ghetto Style DJs diss of the we-did-it-first variety.
Unknown T&G commenters should upload Billy Hands "Doin It, Doin It" & GyGi's "Tell Me Baby". We'll put your face on the cover.
6.23.2009
Bass Station Records Pt. 2
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3.28.2009
Bass Tapes: Pre-Yang Thang
DJ Smurf
Collipark Music
(1997, Benz) cassette rip @ 320
A promise of more love shown for my home away from home in the coming posts... Atlanta has sat back-seat to Memphis & New Orleans too long. And I've been all around slack. I know that.
I was hoping to find a wealth of Collipark digital ephemera to supplement this upload. All I found was one XXL interview I couldn't wrap my head around. Collipark doesn't understand or respect what K-Rab is doing? Didn't he sign P-Stones? Soulja Boy? Elsewhere he admits to not feeling Soulja Boy at first but getting it later. I guess he is in the business of business. There are real records and there are gimmicks. And a generational wall between boom and snap.
I'm going to make a request because last time I did it was filled: Success N Effects "In the Hood".
I will attempt to make up for lost time between now and April fools - and I''ll upload a realer pic when the sun comes back up.
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3.25.2009
Whatcha Gon Do
Video complement to Noz's Atlanta retrospective, even if 2 of these fall outside the reach of his temporal fovea. Thank god someone (JJenterprise) had the foresight to VHS all their Box favorites. You have to really be one step ahead to be New-Century style hoarding with 1993 tech.
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1.13.2009
Bass Tapes: Never Stop
Various Artists Booty Shakin' Breakout
(1989, Never Stop)
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.
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11.05.2008
Well, Well, Well
So, America finds its new president and Twankle & Glisten faces its first threats of copyright violation. Apparently, the DMCA contacted Google with a request to remove my post "Aye Aye, Captain Dick" in its entirety, due to copyright infringement.
This certainly surprised me. I only upload releases from junk piles, dollar bins, thrift stores or from the opposite end of the spectrum - pricey OOP Ebay auctions. I don't fucking go to Best Buy, get the 9.99 bonus disc edition of Carter III and pass it off free to the world with my MP3 click tagged on like some bad digital graffiti. I suppose I got careless upping this semi-recent Luke promo, but it certainly seemed safe territory - the release came from the 50 cent bin, had NO notes, NO label info, NO copyright, NO anything. Bootlegg begets bootlegg. And why isn't this like good press for the newest Luke album? Who the fuck else is writing about new Luke? I always thought this was a blog dedicated to the rap no one cares about. The only person I can imagine losing money from what I do on this site is the guy trying to sell a copy of On the Run for 250 dollars on Amazon.
A few more threats like this and the blog will be removed entirely....I wonder what digitally-translated rap trashpile will be passed off as theft next. And thanks to Google-Cache, the full aforementioned post reposted (with link removed), because I spent too much time merging Spongebob porn with a Luke cover and I don't like being censored:
Aye Aye, Capt. Dick
I know yall tired of the playground shit, and have been ever since you saw some kids Supermaning while you were waiting for the F train. But since youtube dance videos is one of the favorite stoned hobbies of this blog author, I couldn't much hold back. Besides, how else would I truly get my 50 cents worth on this one? Its not as good as the Blaqstar Tote It mix, but then again the relation between dance and song there was less overt, which helps. And I don't really know how much you can expect from the Godfather's attempts to re-connect to such a ridiculous youth movement, but at least he didn't make a Bird Walk track.
The dance, of course, originated in Bmore (a locale abbreviation that's left a euro head or two scratched round here) and then dropped down the country's eastern coastline like a piss-stream down the leg of an incontinent old man (wait, incontinent continent?). I read on Wikipedia that SpongeBob has an ancestor, SpongeBuck, so I'm waiting for this harder dance to emerge, this thugged-up SpongeBuck.
I don't know what kind of back-alley lathe-cut they're doing for promo records these days, but all my Soulja Boy and VIC 50 cent bin finds are somehow unplayed and worn in at the same time, with edges rough enough to draw blood. And if anyone knows the tracks bumped in back of any of these D-Mac vids, holler. The box is gone so you'll have to write a real comment. I would provide some sort of reason for that, but blogging about your CBOX is like blogging about someone else's blog post about your blog. Speaking of which, J Roget/J Ro J... a senseless name now made more sensible.
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10.30.2008
Hoochie Mama Man
Mr. Mixx Bass from Da Bottom: Divas of Bass
You know, I lost the cover to this one so I thought I would just share this barely related yet completely amazing cover instead, found on Mixx's Myspace a while back. Do need to cop this hopefully-existing-and-within-my-consumptive-reach release, VGNL minded, though.
The actual rip here is from Mr. Mixx's "Bass from the Bottom" series on Priority (which includes other titles Shake-a-Booty Bass, Bass, Beats & Breaks and Divas II). This has been a walkman mainstay of mine ever since having stumbled on someone's 30-tape-deep outgrown bass collection in a strange new age bent record store.
I can't be sure whether or not David "Mr. Mixx" Hobbs was turned on to the contemporary rap undercurrents of Chicago and Detroit and wherever else or if this kind of stripped-down, strip-club booty begged itself into existence in such a way that even before being made it was here and always would be. An always already-present present. Even in absence. Aside from a little nuance, this stuff shares everything with its Ghetto-Tech cousins (maybe a bit more cheesy), but no matter which way you bend the family tree its Hobbs himself as the damn father or grandfather to both movements - there'd be no Ghetto House if it weren't for that Shake, and there'd be no Shake without that 2 Live.
Either way, Mixx's discography is going for pennies on Amazon, I think I'll scoop up what I can right now. I mean, I don't know how valuable your time is, but, depending, it might be cheaper for you to just fucking buy this there instead of DL here. See what I'm sayin.
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10.23.2008
Wink-D featuring CANDY FRESH
Get Busy (1989 Insane Beat)
What an apt label name. All three tracks on here kill. My favorite is "Revenge", Fresh's hilarious and ruthless attack at any "dirty ass hoes" or "sucka ass niggas" that.... well, really all dirty ass hoes & sucka ass niggas. Hatred never sounded so funky.
Wink-D's proto-bass beats...so weird, so slow. Let me know if you know: is the "440" referenced here some piece of equipment? The drum sounds here aren't the usual 808s. "Get busy" is some great "When I Hear Music"/ Kraftwerk cut-up.
I wonder what Fresh Kid Ice's real role was here. I met him in studio @ Ann Arbor's college radio station. I had him do some drops for me, ultimately featured on my record, finally out. But I left the interview up to someone else. What a goddamn mistake. And I couldn't scrap together enough pennies to see the new 2 live play at whatever fraternal sports bar had booked them. Got a Camo Silver Ice instead.
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8.25.2008
Women of Bass: Missy Mist
Missy Mist Gettin' Bass
(1989, Neverstop)
A Side Only, Vinyl rip @ 320
Once Upon a Time, You Never Needed Boom...
First, an apology for the ground-in hiss of this rip, the original owner must have got their fair share of bass out this 12 inch. I'm posting this mainly for the cover which is something like the zenith of bass iconography. Enough speaker power to beat half the county down, Missy like the Vanna White of Boom and the no frills font of cassette tape ubiquity. Its an image that must have had some power to endure, it was remade and updated for the liner notes of Big Boi's Speakerboxxx, though its difficult to compete with Andre's astrological centaur pic in the Love Below - a single image worth more than the entire disc's musical content.
The song itself is something like the Ghetto D of Bass, with Missy listing part for part the recipe for Boom - 3000 Watts, 24 bass bins, 2 Technics 1200s and some records to spin / a disco mixer with faders and switchers and then a cutter and a scratcher with some straight up itches [or maybe inches?].
Ms. Mist is still active, or at least was more recently than this aged release - she was featured under the pseudonym Ms. Houston for several tracks on Bishop's "U Know U Ghetto" record. I posted that single in the early and restrained days of this blog - now seasoned and promiscuous, I think I'll post the whole disc.
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5.14.2008
Bass Game Breaks
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4.24.2008
More Bass: More Pac Than Pac
6PAC Platinum Party
(1998, Grilled-Up Records)
@ 320 kbps: parts one & two
Three 6 Mafia is Two 6-in it, but this release's empty promise advertisements include a group called One-6-Mafia which seems to be part of the same complex rap algebra that landed this dude his stage name. This one's more about the party than the car boom and though I realize thats apparent from the title (and absence of speaker-destruction warning label) , its also revealed through reverent sampling of Disco / Italo classics. Solid throughout.
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Bass Tapes: Its Past Your Bass Time
2 BMF
Caucasian Bass Invasion
(1994, Pandisc) @ 320 kbps
[circum side, uncircum side]
No Bass health disclaimers but strange dick-style side names to make up for it. Production by Mr. Bassman, later to be known as DJ Trip. Weird liner notes read:
If you have a song that sucks send it in, we'll use it...not!!! Send it to Vanilla Ice our mentor. Mr. Clean is bald but he bites weenies. The weather's great in Miami, it's good for the doggy style. Remember girls to free Willy and feed him. He's starving. If you want to get laid... crawl up a chicken's ass and wait. 1-900-SEXY-HORNETThen there's a Cristina Applegate marriage proposal.
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4.22.2008
One More 4 the Bassheads
G.A. Girlz G.A. Girlz 'N Da House
(1997, Move the Crowd) @ 320 kbps
Bass is the Place! Sorry to break the vibe, this one's on disc. More tapes to come, though, I'm just tryin 2 preserve my Pause button. I hope last year's self-titled track by these two and the Crime Mob girls is part of some larger in-the-works release and I hate to say it but the Princess solo disc was weak. Anyways, I heard that Diamond got booted out the group and I'm looking more forward to her future output than the Crime Mob trio's.
Holler in the holler box if you have any interest in the second GA Girlz disc.
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Bass Tapes: The Lamphead
Half Pint Stronger Than Ever
(1992, On Top Records)
cassette rip @ 320 kbps
half side, pint side
Another On Top joint, this time from Miami's Half Pint, whose style marries Thug & Shake elements much like Sammy Sam, if a bit less powerfully. He may be best known for his single "Stomp & Grind", a vinyl rip of which I'll up shortly. This one's a short and skit-heavy cassette with some curious skits of people fucking to schlocky classical music. I can't tell if thats the kind of high-class bullshit Pint throws on for the ladies or he's just rented some strange euro-porn VHS tape. The rewind sounds suggest the latter. The pint side gets that worn in water-in-the-ear effect. Extra nostalgia.
Fittingly, there is 1/2 of an informative interview with producer Devastator here.
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Bass Tapes: The Iceman
Mega Jon Iceman "J"
(1993, Joey Boy)
cassette rip
DJ Bunny Hole 2000 magnanimously hooks up starving, out-of-work kid slizzard with USB mixer and the bass tapes pour out like diarrhea on your turkish vacation. I first considered stretching / defining the Twankle_n_Glisten boundaries by ripping some Juke / Jit 12s, but got held back by a lispy worn needle.
Luckily I'd just unpacked an easter basket of old cassette tapes. As this unfolds I'm on careful lookout for the most threatening Bass warning and I'm pretty sure "contaminated by radioactive material" won't come close.
Anyways, this isn't the best Bass tape ever, but be thankful cuz its about to get a whole lot worse. There are strong points though and the reggae bass track most definitely deserves your attention.
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