Songs of the Week: Drake and Wu-Tang, Slim Thug and Z-Ro, Fiona Apple and Chipotle
Drake, “Wu-Tang Forever”
So Drake took “It’s Yourz,” off Wu-Tang Forever — one of the greatest, hardest, truest punch-your-best-friend-in-the-face rap songs of all time! Of all time! — and integrated it into a, uh, you know, Drake song. And people are mad. But come on: This is Drake being Drake. We’re still mad about Drake being Drake? Now relax, and imagine fleets of tweens across the North American continent, tracing their hero Drizzy back to his source material — “MACHINE GUN RAP, FOR ALL MY N—– IN THE BACK” — and just having their fragile little unformed minds obliterated.
I’ll be honest: I’m a little conflicted about the rise of Lorde because I spent some time with Charli XCX earlier this year, and I was kind of pulling for the latter to fill the “precocious frizzy-haired anti-pop star breakout from Britain and/or the British Empire” role. But then I found out Lorde’s debut, out September 27, is called Pure Heroine and realized all resistance is futile.
Meet Mansions, a duo from Seattle that would very much like to, in the interest of heartsick cracked-bass rock and roll, blow out your eardrums. Now is that something you might be interested in?
Fiona Apple, “The Scarecrow”
Here’s a pretty good statement of fact: Fiona Apple covered “Pure Imagination,” from Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory, for a Chipotle animated video that’s part of a campaign about factory farming. (From Chipotle: “In a dystopian fantasy world, all food production is controlled by fictional industrial giant Crow Foods. Scarecrows have been displaced from their traditional role of protecting food, and are now servants to the crows and their evil plans to dominate the food system.”) Which seems as good a time as any to bring up that time Ana Gasteyer played Lilith Fair stand-up comedian Cinder Calhoun on SNL: “We were at Rage Against Incest, and … I was on — I was on a roll telling some pretty hardcore funny Palestinian folk tales, and … Fiona Apple walked up to me with an iced tea, and I just said in front of everybody, ‘Hey, who are you? Fiona Snapple?'”
Slim Thug & Z-Ro, “Fuc the Police”
Slim Thug and Z-Ro’s King N Tha Boss is, more or less, the Houston Watch the Throne. This new joint off the project is, like the great state of Texas, massive. Now turn your goddamn speakers up and act accordingly.
Father John Misty, “I’m Writing a Novel”
Indie rock’s sultriest, most swagged-out smart guy has been pushing his excellent 2012 album Fear Fun for a while, but only now have we gotten into the “make a video by cutting up a bunch of all the dumb random footage we shot on tour” phase of the proceedings. So what do we get? We get cruise ships, hearses, palm trees, knives, hugs, the general understanding that it’s pretty cool to be Father John Misty, and a kind-of inchoate desire to go back to high school just to drop out.
Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band, “N.Y. Noodle Town”
OK, yeah, Yoko might have broken up the Beatles, but at least she knows where to get good noodles in Chinatown in the middle of the night.
Future, “Substitute Everything”
This Future B-side comes to us via DJ Esco and DJ X-Rated’s Drugs mixtape, and is another haunted insomnia heater from the young man. And yet, considering the title, I can’t help but be disappointed we never get anything along the lines of, like, “stack money to the ceiling / substitute everything, and I ain’t talkin’ Treat Williams.”
Wolf Alice, “Blush”
[Available at SoundCloud]
If you’ve done enough crying alone in your blacked-out bedroom to the xx, and are very much interested in crying alone in your blacked-out bedroom to something else, might we suggest Wolf Alice?
Mister Cee, “Back on the Box Mix”
As you may have heard, following his latest prostitution scandal, Hot97’s Mister Cee resigned on Wednesday afternoon. The following morning, Cee had a conversation with his boss and friend, Ebro Darden, live on the air, in which he weepingly aired out his demons, apologized for lying, and bravely confessed his sexual proclivities; it was riveting radio. And then he showed up in his regular time slot and continued to explain himself, this time the best way he knows how: by playing records.