Influenced by my favorite emerging bondage art blogger, I checked out Paul Ford’s six word reviews of 763 mp3s from South-by. Sadly, Fucked Up appears not to have provided a track.
Ford says,
I wanted to like more of the rap here, but I became very tired. Everything was either about acquiring material goods (which includes women), or, alternately, about how all other rap is about acquiring material goods.
Wow, I thought, the rap he sampled is navel-gazing recursiveness like so much of blogging. I read on:
On hearing my nth predictable song about how hip-hop is predictable, it struck me that I was witnessing individuals engaged in a formalist exercise where the form itself is the only appropriate lyrical subject; thus rap is, in some ways, the blogging of music. (This is happening to “indie rock†in the Strokes/Killers/Libertines mold, as well.)
The best of it all is Akala, a grime artist from Britain, particularly when he delivers the line in his song “Electro Livin†(not included here, but from the same album) “We are sad for things we cannot have/But we are not sad for Baghdad.†It reads as political naivete but he performs it with redeeming authority.
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