May 8, 2012

heart beats: santigold, mykki blanco, scott melker

Fair warning: While I absolutely do not endorse misogyny, bigotry or excessive profanity, my taste in music may indicate otherwise. I'm young. I allow myself these contradictions without having to explain.

While my style is a hip hopster/minimalist rock star-earth mama hybrid, my iTunes is a fist-pumping frat boy hip hop-head demi-hipster who secretly likes Justin Bieber. Secretly. I don't even attempt to reconcile the two.

Anyway, if you're averse to an excess of expletives, I'd suggest skipping this post. Or you could just read it. I don't swear. It isn't ladylike ;)

 
 Santigold - Look At These Hoes
While the spelling of the title instructs listeners to check out Santigold's gardening tools ('hoe' vs. 'ho' -- how are we still going over this?), I can forgive the typo because the song is hot and modern-urban-meets-Renaissance-classical artist Kehinde Wiley designed the art for the singer's bangin' sophomore album. Double swoon.
 Mykki Blanco - Wavvy
Everything I know about rapper Mykki Blanco, I learned from this song: she spits fire, wears sick shoes and drives the boys crazy. It is 100% cliche to call her 'fierce' but that's what she is, a flame-tongued dragon in a bustier. Clearly, she's everything I aspire to be.
 
Gotye vs. Notorious B.I.G. - Somebody That I Used to Know vs. Dead Wrong (Scott Melker Popped and Screwed Remix)
My love affair with mashups began in college with the discovery of The Hood Internet, and then KMT (check out his Jay Z vs Dolly Parton track) a few years later. This Scott Melker joint is everything good about both songs, made even better by putting them into conversation. Best enjoyed rolling around with the windows down.



Warm weather may bring out the softer side in my style, but my abiding love for hard bass-heavy tracks like these ones doesn't change with the seasons. Ugh get a room, right? But this is my blog so I get to say what I want.

Music's best when it moves you. Turn these tracks up and feeeeeel the beat.



xx