Matt Shea wants a caravan fer his ma, in perrywinkle blue We’ve ridden for Philadelphia’s Wrecking Crew for a long time now (and, full disclosure, both Zilla Rocca and Has-Lo occasionally write for this site), which is odd because for a long time they seemed to almost be reluctant to describe themselves as a crew. […]
You hear that Doug? SON RAW IS COMING TO LONDON. Despite what Drake says, I’m perfectly willing to make new friends, they just have to meet certain guidelines. One of the rituals I expect from my homies is the ability, nay the compulsion, to endlessly quote classic rap tunes and movie quotes. If you get […]
Photo taken from the cover of my debut album: Pizza, Blunts & Podcasting. All production by Diamond D and the A-Teens. In the meantime, there is the latest episode of Shots Fired, where Zilla Rocca, Curly Castro, Prem Rock, and DJ Halo of Fake Four wander into the Cosmic Zoo to discuss Philadelphia hip-hop, noir-rap, […]
The pixel killers and slanted squad of gumshoes that comprise the Wrecking Crew are heading out on a tour of the West. The goal is to wind up in Los Angeles, mumbling off the most high octane moss, surrounded by scantily clad aspiring astrologists. So basically the plot of Altman’s version of The Long Goodbye. […]
Curly Castro was due. Anyone following the Flatbush-born, Philly-living rapper over the last couple of years would have noticed the extra crank and personality that was coming through his rhymes, features and collaborations. It was time he applied it to a coherent album.  His formal debut, Fidel is focused, tight and varied while delivering a […]
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Most of the time, rap is fun and games. Rare is the track that bangs and conveys a social message without being preachy or didactic. Late period Talib is enough to make you dismiss political and “conscious” rap outright. But then occasionally you hear a song that reminds you of rap’s power to stop you […]
We make no effort to camouflage our ardor for the green here at Passion of the Weiss. A drug problem can’t be a drug problem if you make more mistakes when you’re sober. That’s my story and I’m smoking to it. So it’s only natural that I/We/You/ are easily sucked in by a good weed […]
No shish kabobs, afro-picks, and dashikis. The Wrecking Crew come with scallops, Columbian neckties, and tailor-made suits. Plus, the occasional goose that needs to be fed. For anyone raised on the Wu as holy scripture, this is far better than any fan fiction you could ever conceive. This is building a heavily fortified compound addition […]
Fresh kill from the Wrecking Crew. More black-clad pulp bangers pulsing out of the badlands between Motherless Brooklyn, The Big Sleep, The Fantastic Four and Charlton Heston before he burned his b-r-a-i-n for the NRA.  Curly Castro channels his inner Robert Thorn on “Soylent Green,” a track excised from his forthcoming Fidel, where he pairs […]
When Zilla first told me about the concept behind Wu-Tang Pulp, I thought it was a terrible idea. The Wu canon is inviolate. There is no way to improve a song like “Bring the Pain” when Method Man raps as smooth and stellar as nutella. A banger like “Fish” is better than even pot-encrusted Branzino. […]