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CLICK HERE to check out The Ting Tings feature in The Guardian this past weekend. Find out about the process behind creating their latest album Sounds From Nowheresville.
I did not realize The Ting Tings were on Roc Nation, and also WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR HAIR, JULES.
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That accurately sums up my thoughts, Jeff Parker of the FLORIDA TODAY.
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Iggy Azalea, “My World,” Ignorant Art (2011)
Man, I dunno. The beat’s cold, and she’s not embarrassing on the mic, unless you know where she’s coming from. And that’s where it gets a bit complicated.
I mean this chick’s from Mullumbimby but she hits her vowels with a twang (“baaad bitches”) better suited to New Orleans than the north coast. (Also check her rhotic rs.) But she’s rapping in front of the Southern Cross in the opening shots of this video, and saying shit like “Aussie ho/I put my country on,” so it’s not like she’s trying to deny where she comes from.
It’s just… look, I’m not one to police accents. I know from personal experience that the way you talk can be complicated and I’m not judging anyone’s patriotism because of how they talk. Azalea’s been in L.A. for five years, since she was 16. That can do things to your accent. But this interview makes it clear that her speaking voice is distinctly Australian in a way her rapping voice is decidedly not. (Also, she says “cotton candy,” not “fairy floss,” but we’ll let that slide. You gotta change your vocab when you’re around the Americans.) Sure, she’s talking to an Aussie interviewer there, which can do weird things to your accent, but I feel pretty safe in saying that when she raps, Iggy adopts a “hip-hop accent” which she may or may not consciously realize is a parody of African American speech patterns.
I do suspect she’s a bit racially ignorant, what with her White Girl Team thing, in a way that many Australians can be ignorant of the racial dynamics of another country. (I also think a white Australian in America is subtly but decidedly distinct from a white American, and that it is important to understand Azalea as an immigrant, albeit a white immigrant.) But that doesn’t mean it isn’t kind of weird the way she fits herself into a foreign culture by transforming herself into Trina or Lil Kim, without considering how that foreign culture will read that transformation.
I don’t think artists — or people — should be bound by their background. Authenticity is bunk, and building a new persona is a creative choice anyone should have. (The hard part is filling it.) But Iggy Azalea proclaims her Australianness while seeming to erase any aural traces of it from her performance. She’s all-but-refitted herself as a white American, but hasn’t fully committed to that reinvention either. I’m not accusing her of Not Being Real, on some Officer Ricky shit, but there are some contradictions in her that I can’t reconcile without assuming of her a cynicism she hasn’t been able to successfully hide.
(The cynicism: She wants to be a big rapper in the biggest market in the world — so big that it might as well be the only market in the world — and, to do that, she has to jettison almost everything that marks her as foreign, because Americans have little interest in art that strikes them as foreign. At the same time, her backstory makes her stand out a bit — particularly since Americans tend to have vaguely positive feelings about Australians — so she keeps around a few token signifiers of her exoticness while erasing anything that would mark her as too foreign.)
(But, at the same time, I’m an Australian who has absorbed a lot of Americanness, and I don’t think I’ve diminished my Australianness by doing so. So I really don’t want to posit nationality as being an either/or quality. It’s just… Iggy Azalea strikes me as an outsider performing “American hip-hop” rather than someone explicating the contradictions inherent in being an Australian expatriate.)
Just listened to Ignorant Art, by the way. “My World” is far and away the best thing on it.
DOWNLOAD: Ignorant Art.
Glad the best Aussie I know got around to “My World” and had a new, different set of problems with it.
Also: Chordz 3D, of Iggy’s D.R.U.G.S. crew, is probably the producer (“Chordz 3D wit’ another hit” + he executive produced Ignorant Art), Tony Igy’s “Astronomia” (holy shit, that build to the drop) is the sample, and the names that come up in these comments are Kreayshawn, Diamond, Kid Sister, and Nicki.
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Are we really trying to figure out if “It Was A Good Day” related to an actual day in Ice Cube’s life, Internet?
Quick, go figure out what day Cube got killed in the “Natural Born Killaz” video!
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Too Cool by King Louie (2012)
This is really hot. That beat sounds like somebody repeatedly stepping on a Gameboy Color. Chicago’s about to blow up.
#MUBU
I’ve been trying to write about this for weeks since David’s proselytizing for it got me to throw it on the iPod a while back. It sounds so motherfucking great blasting out of a car, and Louie says “Dead prezzy party in my pocket, yeah, it’s mayhem.” I don’t know if Louie’s going to be the star some in Chicago think he can be — being too good a rapper to really connect with the mainstream is a weird problem, but if you think it’s not a problem, uh, Freddie Gibbs — but I’m about 9,000% sure DGainz is going to be enormous, and I could listen to a few more tracks from H.B. On the Track, too.
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It’s exactly the kind of thing we’d expect from someone who just covered the legendary Bob Dylan.
Yo Idolator, I know it’s probably in your stylebook never to pass up any opportunity to link shamelessly to your former posts, relevance be damned, but you are talking about a penis-shaped cake. This is like comparing apples to cherry bombs. (via katherinestasaph)
Or Apples to “Ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bombs.”
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Donating to the Best Music Writing series is the functional equivalent of pre-ordering the 2012 edition of the book—which will collect 2011’s best pieces of criticism, reportage, and other media on music from publications of all types and from all corners of the globe. Why not do so today?
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that thing where
your boss assigns you to spend one day trolling for traffic in the most craven, gross, venal manner possible, and you just do your normal routine, and your day was a big success.
Sometimes I think to myself, “Well, I’m not curing diseases or anything,” when it comes to comparing my own work to writing I don’t find particularly stunning, but I’ll always have B____ M_____ to point to and say, “But at least I’m not doing that.”
Being Manly?