Redman’s Pacific Waters October 1, 2014
Max Bell uses a joint roller. Did Redman smoke the club out your honor? He pleads five Philly blunts filled with top shelf left coast greenery. Over the breezy, g-funk bounce of the inimitable DJ Quik’s “Spur of the Moment” (Trauma) Redman reminds you that he can rap over anything with ease and punch lines more […]
DJ Quik will be remembered for being one of the funkiest men in music history. Less memorialized will be his capacity for comic evil. His rhymes are pure gangsta corrosion. And if you know anything about Quik’s backgroud: the jail stint for pistol whipping his sister, the Blood ties, the Death Row beatdown years,  these […]
David Blake dropping the most elegiac tribute to Heavy D yet. The fact that Quik cooked this up in a night or two would be mind blowing if it was anyone but Quik. In his 41st year, his chop game stays soulful and vicious. Between Quik and Ish from Shabazz Palaces, he has shredded all […]
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Chopping it up with DJ Quik September 26, 2011
Things I resent: most everything about the host of these Pitchfork Selector series. Under no circumstances does he have the Danny Brown jort pass. Dude is brazenly running around in capri’s. Also, this video does not need to be split into two parts, especially when you squander the first minute on self-aggrandizing set up shots. […]
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In the words of Lucille Bluth: that hair. Those wondering where the Weekly wrangled the fish net phalanx for the cover, look no further. I did not mention that Suga Free is in the final stages of signing a deal with Quk’s Mad Science. The Quik-produced full length is expected in the fall, which probably […]
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In unofficial Quik week, I present the video companion to yesterday’s Quik feature. Featuring but not limited to, a mini music video for “Born and Raised in Compton,” Quik’s Papa Smurf shirt, childhood home, drug spots, and the occasional game of Rock Em’ Sock em Robots. Plus, insane stories of his cruel sisters. And yes […]
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Photo via Forest Casey There’s a lot left out of my DJ Quik profile. No Suga Free. No AMG. No Hi-C. NOTHING ON QUIK’S GROOVES. Too little on the music and only a cursory mention of anything between Quik is the Name and the Book of David. 2000 words isn’t enough to write David Blake’s […]
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It occurred to me about halfway into The Book of David the other day that, De La Soul excepted, there isn’t another name in hip hop that has enjoyed a longer sustained loyalty for me than DJ Quik. I can still remember that autumn afternoon in seventh grade when my friend Erick handed me a […]
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