Warzone

I’ve recently reunited with my record collection after three years living without it. On the one hand, the mass of vinyl has caused some difficulties in living space organization with all the other things I’m reclaiming from storage. But it’s pretty awesome having them back. I remember growing up with my Dad’s large home-made modular shelving full of records. The first music I ever owned myself was a record: LL Cool J’s Bigger And Deffer. In many ways I prefer the crisp sound quality of CDs these days. But I often love the tone of vinyl and nothing beats the interactive factor for listening or dj-ing. The whole movement from CD to mp3 has records back in vogue these days and there’s something very satisfying about holding 180-gram vinyl in your hands. Go with the mp3 for ease and immediacy; vinyl makes music really special.

Among the records I have only in vinyl format is this single from Pete Rock‘s Soul Survivor II featuring Dead Prez on vocal duties. Nasty. Rugged. Ill. Dead Prez on a club track spitting hedonism in the midst of warzone-like social conditions? Hectic. I first read about it when it was released on Turntable Lab and every sentence in the review jokingly concluded with the phrase “in the club”. One section gets stuck in my head all day after I listen to it: “I don’t even bring ID to the club / Why they need to know my government name in the club? / I ain’t got no paper for the bar in the club / Already got drunk before I came in the club.” The production is ridiculously hype switching from half- to double-time throughout and is an incredible example of efficient sample selection. The guitar/keyboard line, tambourine, and strings are used perfectly by a master. By the end of the track, the “what is Dead Prez doing in the club?” factor is mostly resolved as ironic, but deadly serious, commentary. “Why the fuck I came in the club?” Well, probably because you hoped to wild out on banging tracks like this.

No luck on the mp3 for me. But here’s the YouTube version…

2 Comments

  1. Joe
    Posted January 28, 2010 at 5:17 pm | Permalink

    This song is fucking crazy! If I was in the club and this song was playing I would leave the club, so I could play the song in my car and rock out and be like “That was fucking crazy up in the club!”

  2. Posted January 28, 2010 at 5:50 pm | Permalink

    I know! You would leave because the hypeness was life-threatening. And then, while in the car, the life-threatening hypeness would be spilling out of the club into the parking lot and you would have to remove yourself entirely from the premises. Naturally, next to the lines I already quoted, my favorite part is towards the end of the song, when they take it out of the club.

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    […] I intimated in my reaction to Black’s post about Pete Rock and Dead Prez, I would rather dance to a song in my car than in the club. “I […]

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