Christian Scott - The Corner
Here's your starting pistol. A drumbeat shot, the dogged lumbering along of a bass, and there's the trumpet; already dancing across the goal-line. The heat was rigged; over before you could even savour its elegance.
Pusha T - Numbers on the Board
I think I could listen to this beat for hours without getting tired of its stunted glory.Forest Swords - Thor's Stone
A melody being sucked backwards into a vacuum.Earl Sweatshirt ft. Vince Staples - Wool
Rhyme patterns like that wallpaper from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.Bob Dylan - Tombstone Blues
In the ongoing series 'songs I've listened to a million times but which suddenly come back to floor me again' it's time again for a Dylan tune. Was letting Highway 61 Revisited wash through my head with all its familiar twists and turns, and suddenly it struck me: "What the fuck kind of way is that to begin a song?" It's like the acoustic falls into it, in the middle of a chord, and the band has no choice but to jump off the cliff with it. Which led me to listen more closely to the beat. Listen to it! That crash cymbal is ridiculous! Brilliantly ridiculous. It's like you can hear the barefoot mother stressed limp across the factory floor. Another favourite bit: the way Mike Bloomfield's guitar leaps with relief into the air in the final seconds. I've gotta get me the new Bootleg Series Volume asap!
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