Deen originally thought this rapper was a British soccer player. Shit like this that transports me back to my favorite era of rap, I feel bad for immediately seeking references and comparing said song to the classics it reminds me of. I suppose it’s a natural thing for most people, ergo, not necessarily a bad […]
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. Deen has never even been to Saskatchewan. When I started writing this piece, I’d have picked any number of other songs from PartyNextDoor’s self-titled effort for the video treatment, but halfway through the video I had to pause and take stock of what I was listening to. I initially had an issue with him […]
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In Yoruba, Deen means gully. [If you’re in Atlanta today for A3C, you can see Da Mafia 6 interviewed for a live Shots Fired at the Melia Hotel at 2:30 p.m.] Well excuuuuuuse me! We do we have here? If I’m not mistaken, I think we have every living member of Three 6 Mafia sans […]
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Deen in the cut, that’s a scary site. It’s safe to say that Drake is the most social media savvy troll in music history. That’s the only logical explanation for this condensed Miami Vice episode masquerading as the music video for ‘Hold On, We’re Going Home’. LOL. What the fuck is this shit. Maybe it’s […]
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Deen has a soft spot for the vocoder. Trap Lord in stores now. It’s interesting that Daft Punk spent the bulk of the marketing campaign for their last album claiming that they were trying to bring the “life back to music.” Or in other words, they weren’t really fucking with EDM at that particular moment. […]
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Deen fought Gucci Mane in that mall. Ok. I’ve had enough of this bullshit. Weiss’s article about Kanye’s ‘Bound 2‘ performance on Fallon was the last fucking straw. I know we aren’t supposed to care about Yeezus anymore because it was “lukewarm” or “a dud” or “a flop” or “whack,” but guess what? I kinda liked […]
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Ladies, Deen would put you up in an $80 a night Microtel. Minimum. So I’ve been a bit scarce lately for reasons kinda-sorta beyond within my control. I’ve been lazy and/or wack on the writing tip because of these reasons that are sorta-kinda maybe within my control. Simply put, Feds Watchin’ me. Anyway, the OG […]
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Deen originated the Bombay Gin dance. I wasn’t planning to write anything about Stay Trippy due to my pre-existing bias in favor of Juicy J’s music. He’s my spirit animal, you see. There’s also the fact that I’m so overly pleased with the album that a review might begin to tread into uncomfortable and vaguely […]
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Deen is the illegitimate son of DMX. I’m going to show you muthafuckas a lotta respect and just assume that you’ve all heard the Kendrick verse that shook the world. If you haven’t, stop reading this now, go listen to that shit and re-arrange your priorities. Don’t worry. I’ll wait. Done? Good. Kendrick’s dynamo of […]
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Deen would like to send this one out to Mark Morrison. So the other day, I was minding my own damn business when a friend of mine texted me the following: “Who the fuck is Doe B?” “I don’t know,” I responded. “Wait. Maybe I do. But I can’t place the name.” “Well, he’s a […]
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