Tosten Burks is risen indeed. From the start, as Michael Anthony’s feather light tremor murks up an old Kanye ballad, as a sampled Cornell West calls President Obama a “global George Zimmerman,” THEMpeople’s Smoke Breaks IV asserts itself as a rebellious, eery refraction of Chicago. Two of the city’s icons, scarred. The tone is set. […]
Tosten Burks stole Warren Buffet’s billion dollar prize. It is likely that none but Stones Throw’s shaggy sumo philosopher Jonwayne are quoting Bukowski and sampling flamenco guitar in the same song. “The Desert” comes just as LA starts to smolder, complete with all the rich soil and thick blood necessary to survive in the Mojave […]
Tosten Burks is the Thelonious super microphonist. After blessing Curren$y with a set of dazed, grainy loops that form the backbone of Drive-In Theatre, Spitta’s best tape since he talked like a Pilot, Thelonious Martin – 21, bushy beard, bushier eyebrows, flowered bucket hat – is poised for a solid 2014. For one, he actually […]
Blu’s New Clarity March 14, 2014
  Tosten Burks has a wallet as big as NBC’s Chris Wallace. No point recounting the overshroomed self-destruction that drowned the past several years of Blu’s post-Warner career in lo-fi isolationism. The past is the past and if you hated him for it, you’re probably justified, but you also missed out on some of his best music. […]
Tosten Burks stands with Ashley Wagner. It was only a matter of time before we started using the term post-Bronson. Shit happens when you toss out guest verses faster than Shake can post them. And so, here is Retchy P with “Since My Dog Died,” looking dapper and eating snapper in Maine. The Jersey native […]
Tosten Burks deserves a day off. The Blogger and the Engineer The living room is not a living room – overstuffed couches swapped for 50 thousand dollars worth of studio equipment, tile floor crowded with new friends and old. A funky smoke lingers. They line up for the dining room that is not a dining […]
Tosten Burks invented seapunk four years ago in a crack alley on the outskirts of Bikini Bottoms. Whether Albert Redwine is first-gen #seapunk or just an appropriator riding a #waverave , I could care less, as long as he keeps feeding beats to ShowYouSuck, the Rad God of low-brow art-rap. The duo released “Old Voyager” […]
Tosten Burks prefers sour skittles. With Pineapple Now-Laters, BJ the Chicago Kid drew comparisons to Bilal and D’Angelo, patron saints of sexy neo-soul. That was a little off-base. Dude is too good at hooks to nail him down as a “songwriter.” For BJ’s roots, look more local. What I’m saying is, R. Kelly was the […]
Tosten Burks is lusher than you ever expect. It’s as easy to make fun of Black Milk for so much Dilla apery over the years as it is to tease anyone who is so directly a product of his or her influences. Joey Bada$$ isn’t just like a golden age five elements snob, he is […]