Will Hagle pities the fool that acts shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty War, by nature, is divisive. Trauma is universal. If you didn’t agree with or just didn’t care to hear Pharoahe Monch’s political thoughts on W.A.R., the album could be easily alienating. P.T.S.D. is similar to his last album in […]

Paul Thompson passed more ese’s than motorcade police parades in East LA. Pharoahe Monch believes in Phil Jackson. When I asked the one-time Madden star how he thought this NBA season would shake out, he gave me his conference champions (Oklahoma City and Indiana, if you’re wondering), before a long, weary pause. “I just hope […]

Almost very week, I accompany this post with a major declarative statement to induce you to listen to Shots Fired. That’s a little thing I like to call shameless self-aggrandizement. It’s sincere, as I assume you’re not hate-reading or hate-listening. And if you are, honestly, there’s a lot more interesting stuff to do in this […]

Judging from the fan-boy murderer’s row of selections on the Iron Fists soundtrack, my guess is that Bobby Digital has allowed Quentin T. to make his own list of dream collaborations. Or they have a very gifted 30-year old music supervisor who understands that not only were Freddie Gibbs and Meth supposed to rap together, […]

Welcome home to the man who passed more essays than motorcade police parades through East LA. Pharoahe’s last album did the impossible (make me ambivalent about one of my all-time favorites), but this is a blistering return to his hyper-technical but melodic conspiracy rap. There is a bit of singing, but he seems to have […]