Not sure who told all of the aspiring singers that it would be cooler to go the route of mysterious Tibetan monks rather than Tyrese, but we’re not complaining here at The Club. If The Weeknd’s three album ultimatum is starting to make you feel like you’re playing lazer tag with an awesome soundtrack in… Continue reading
The Club has been in California for a little bit, and while we’re returning to the cold doldrums of the East Coast, we haven’t forgotten about days which literally consisted of laying on either sand or grass, doing as close to doing absolutely nothing as humanely possible and listening to songs like this one. If… Continue reading
The Club investigates the emotional and personal ramifications of idolizing our favorite rap stars in this weekly post series. “Never trust a hoe with your child.” – Pusha T While I don’t want to pre-judge the character of every prostitute there is, I think it is fair to make some generalizations when trusting someone… Continue reading
In celebration of the Kanye West novel that was released on Twitter last night, here’s some vintage ‘Ye for your consideration, and consequently one of the finer pieces of the vintage West catalog. A huge John Legend drop, best in class Kanye drums, and that fraternity style chanting we all got so familiar with on… Continue reading
The greatest voyage made my man has nothing to do with the top of Everest, the center of the Earth,, or even the surface of the Moon. If you believe we really landed up there, that’s a conversation for another day. No my friends, the greatest voyage undertaken on this vast ball of dirt we… Continue reading
Brooklyn based Snowmine combines some Yeasayer reminiscent vocal gymnastics with a wild range of impressive banging upon instruments. “The Hill” ends up being a dramatic number I’d love to see in the background of a kung-fu epic. When those chords (violin?) start weeping around the two minute mark, and the song descends into full blown… Continue reading
‘Twas the night before Christmas And all through the league Not a player was sleeping Not even Rasheed (We’ll miss you). When our parents asked us what we wanted for Christmas this year, you know what we said? Nothing! Because Papa David Stern and Mama Billy Hunter have already given us the best gift of… Continue reading
“Stacks Like the International House Of Pancakes.” Yes, ladies and gentleman, that was the premier bar of a Jermaine Dupri fellow on a bonus track from Mariah Carey’s 2005 return to the vocal hardwood. It’s not the type of writing that’ll catapult him into the Rap Almanac, but I doubt we’re all that preoccupied with… Continue reading
As if knowing not what to expect wasn’t already a minimum requirement for anything Odd Future related, the group and some cloth-adept affiliates have banded together to make clothes. And we’re really honest when we say… we didn’t expect this. Maybe we assumed that they’d continue on their normal wrecking path of testosterone, using Salvation… Continue reading
I’m not even going to write anything here. Listen to this, and your life will be better.