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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Ain't a damn thing changed

It's my post zero at Cellosun as the first and latest, up-to-datest (single), most expatiated, least precedented unique-George-scented contributor reshackler and expander of musky tabernackle-ah, popping like snap-crackling smack to bring us back from the lack of athletic rhyme attack, sort of — and other shit.

PART 1:
"Plus my voice is fucked, so when I say 'oh!', I want y'all to say 'oh!'"


Phased from your original plan, you deviated,
I alleviated the pain, with a long-term goal,
Took my underground loot, without the gold -
You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood,
But when I'm in the street, then shit it's all good


Pharoahe Monch @ Meredith Music Festival, 12/12/09
featuring
DJ BOOGIE BLIND, Showtyme, and Mela Machinko

For me Pharoahe Monch was pretty much on par with Why? for my 10 hours sleep from 60 at/around Meredith experience, and far overshadowed my enjoyment of the likes of Animal Collective — queue no-name canvas shoes, one speeds and moleskine diaries thrown at my head and missing because the limp-wristed motor skills of hipsters are sapped by the restrictions of jean-like tights and malnutrition.

Not merely a product of some serious delirium, it was an amazing set - despite being 3:20pm - especially with Boogie Blind from the X-Ecutioners (sporting an Obese Records t-shirt), with a seething, jumping fist-pumping, straight shoulder hand-slamming Egyptian-jamming crowd standing - obviously with the most well-known
Simon Says as the final track making the hip-hop-headed angels look down upon the Supernatural Ampitheatre and weep with joy. The end of Monch's Australian tour, nice going if you didn't go to Meredith or see him at Prince the night before...typical you.

The X-Factor Boogie Blind, go investigate


Bush-bashing to Falls went horribly wrong for Monchhichi

Pharoahe Monch and Mos Def freestyle:




PART 2:
2/5 of Why? at Meredith

Why? at the East Brunswick Club, Tuesday 15/12/09
with Aleks and the Ramps, and Parking Lot Experiments


My second time seeing my favourite band in four days — Yoni Wolf asked where my karate kid headband had gone...it's not...I don't think of—well, it's not the biggest deal, per se...that he remembered...but, um...you know. My week was still pretty great. I guess.
Their set differed from Meredith's by including a few more from
Eskimo Snow and Elephant Eyelash - Into The Shadows of My Embrace was replaced with Eskimo Snow and These Hands, and a few such as Yo Yo Bye Bye, Sanddollars, and Brooke & Waxing, Good Friday, and Gnashville were added.

They finished with
21st Century Pop Song by Hymie's Basement, a collaboration of Yoni with Why?'s guitarist etc. Andrew Broder also from Fog - it sounds exactly what it sounds like, pretty good. Then they participated in the East Brunswick Club trivia night. What a band.


Aleks and the Ramps

"I have this recurring dream where Ol' Dirty Bastard comes and teaches me tai chi, this song is about that." - Aleks

...So, I can't remember which song it was, but...still..you know? Man? Okay, just the obvious then:

You may have heard it on Triple J, but the chances of this decrease immediately if you have never listened to Triple J. They were heaps of fun and funny with the whole between-songs-banter thing so for Melbourners, go see them wherever they're playing next.
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As Big L said on Put It On: "And I'm out, I'm out, I'm out, I'm out..."

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