Most Popular

National Features >

  • Broward-Palm Beach New Times

    The Agent from Iran

    How a mother of two ended up in a plot to smuggle high-tech gear to the enemy.

    By Deirdra Funcheon

  • Westword

    Murder By Design

    In life and death, tattoo artist Kauri Tiyme made her mark.

    By Alan Prendergast

  • Village Voice

    My Brother the Slumlord

    Amy Neustein never could resist going public with her family dramas.

    By Elizabeth Dwoskin

  • Houston Press

    The Ghosts of Galveston

    A visit with the hurricane victims that a country forgot.

    By John Nova Lomax

The songs we can't escape

By Ray Cummings

Published on July 15, 2008 at 8:41am

CLIPSE
"Fast Life"

So it's official: This hyper-articulate Virginia crack-rap duo can flow sick over non-Neptunes beats—though it must be said that Scott Storch's stuttering-synths "Fast Life" track, is, like, expert counterfeit 2002 Neptunes or something, to the whhhaaa extent that it took more than a few spins for Clipse's metaphors to draw blood. This is the lead single from the next Clipse album, due in frickin' November; they flash dirty cash in Vegas, rep their rides, and twist their black-hearted narcissism into self-concerned patriotism: "The reds, whites, and blues in the chain make 'em pledge allegiance."

DRAKKAR SAUNA
"The Weapon of Prayer"

The Louvin Brothers songs Drakkar Sauna dug up for a covers album are hokey, mid-20th-century populist dreck. But "Weapon" (message: you can't fight the enemy but you can pray for those who do) resonates in this era as much as it did back during WWII. Better this than the Fugs' "Kill for Peace," anyway.

FLO RIDA feat. WILL.I.AM
"In the Ayer"

As it happens, Mr. Ayer is not a friend or associate of the performer or his august guest star. Rather, Mr. Ayer is a stockbroker and Phil Collins fan-club president from Detroit who won a BET-sponsored contest in which...oh, okay, I'll quit while I'm ahead.

GRUPO FANTASMA feat. MACEO PARKER
"Gimmie Some"

This is like a generous slice of heaven with a cherry and whipped cream on top, seriously. A frantic mash-smash of Latin genre staples? And Maceo wilding out on his horn? Fucking-A right!

NEGATIVLAND
"Virginia's Trip"

How would these art-fringe copyright daredevils react if I said this shredded-tone sploosh kinda reminds me of the Butthole Surfers' "Pepper"—you know, where those nonconformist misfits played the Beck card and actually made it onto alt-rock playlists?