I don’t know if it’s the exhausting heat, or
public holidays but the summer seems pretty long this year. As migratory birds, peoples left the
grey horizon, the dust and the weird smell of rain on hot concrete for better
locations filled in by the perfume of sunspray. The few left curse those who have
the chance not to be there, and notice that there are a lot of weird peoples in
town during summertime. Fun fact: even girls’ shortened flowery dresses do not seem interesting
or attractive. And it gets worse
with the alcohol running through my veins. But good things could happen even
within the most desperate situations.
I was really found of this girl, a long time
ago and it did not end pretty well. So when news from her popped out of my mailbox,
my bones shook, and the sweet excitations of far off times somehow reminded me how
it feels. Only sweet remembrance of someone you thought lost for too long can provoke
it. Or, you know, girls.
It’s inept to introduce a band with the most
patent failure in my love life, but its music has been produced by passion, ‘cause
the two girls of THEESatisfaction are in love (well, that what’s the Internet
says anyway). And yes I’m a bit awkwardly romantic now.
In today’s saturated swaggy-shiny and in the end meaningless hip-hop fashion, one place seems outdated by the quality of its production, its constant experimentation and the ideal it held. From the ashes of Jimmy Hendrix and the grave of Grunge music, Seattle is surprisingly an Eldorado for those who believed that the equation of a good song is not resolved by the addition of slow beats and low pitched voices. No, hip-hop is not dead, not yet.
Among this massive (good ass) quality
production, THEESsatisfaction’s singularity shines like rainbow in the dark. The
tone of their melancholy beautiful half rapped / half sang song reminds some
good old days, when Lauryn Hill with fellow rappers Wyclef Jean and Pras Michel
recorded the magic album, “The Score”.
The quality of the vocals is not the only
interesting thing in THEESatisfaction. In the vein of Shabazz Palaces their
instrumentals is a mix of weird minimalist loops, and old school soul samples.
And the whole is surprisingly catchy as on their first album, “awE naturalE”
released in March.
As Shabazz Palaces, the band is signed on the
legendary label “Sub Pop”, which reputation has been made by the quality of its
productions, from Nirvana to Fleet Foxes. When Portland is mocked, being too
much hipsterish, its older sister seems to have succeeded in mixing indie and
hip-hop culture. Girls can do it so much better.
It’s the fifteen of august and Virgin Mary
celebration makes the city even more boring as it is usually. But sometimes the
way out is as simple as a phone call.
P.S: Lautrec, French MC, just dropped a massive
song. And because he raps about depressing life in big city during summer, I
felt this could fit in here. One Love.
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