The Wrecking Crew consists of Philly emcees Curly Castro, Has-Lo, and Zilla Rocca. Has-Lo and Zilla Rocca go RAGU on the videos of the Wu-Tang Clan in the early 2000’s. You can download their highly acclaimed 2012 album Wu-Tang Pulp at your own price Zilla Rocca: I woke up this morning to the worst run […]
I’ve spent a significant part of the last few years taking the death of gangster rap for granted. The narrative that I’ve run with tracks the rise in popularity of artists like (duh) Kanye West, the explicitly fake Rick Ross, and Drake, and the concurrent fall of Young Jeezy, the disappearance of 50 Cent, the […]
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 […]
Much like the Grammy’s, the Academy’s selection process is questionable. Though it may seem that more often than not The Oscars do a good job of picking the cream of the crop, there are any number of outstanding films in a given year that will undoubtedly be left behind. So a few of us have […]
Jordan Pedersen is a ball of confusion (oh yeah). The video adaptation of the feeling when your checking account is single digits, of when you fuck up at your day job and are within spitting distance of the chopping block. Friends of the site Zilla Rocca and producer Blurry Drones (Martin Douglas) don’t wallow in […]
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 flower-stomping Zilla Rocca flips Shallah Rae’s wrongly over-looked contribution to the BlackRoc project. The Philly noir-rap originator slants in the shadows, sneaking behind graf-scarred walls and thickets that threaten to engulf him. “17 Days in Va” is the title and Zilla knows about the pounds stashed down there and the lack of qualify craft […]
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. […]
Yuppies and tanks, sharks and banks, odd birds with feminine grace. Cobb Salads. Zilla Rocca cracks wisecracks in code, hard-boiled tutorials courtesy of the noir masters. Roc Marci needed no pulp fiction. Hempstead offers its own education of broken glass, bricks and birds. Has-Lo operates on the beats, making guitars sound like swords being sharpened. […]
Rap game flooded with a deluge of “5 AM in Toronto” freestyles. Exercise some creativity. Pick up your pickaxe. Dig up some dirt. Ring Zilla Rocca, throwing right hand hooks like Rocky, the real Rocky, over Gaslamp Killer and Adrian Younge’s Veteran’s Day distortion. A few people didn’t get GLK’s last record. A comment section […]