Videos

Well Hung Heart are one of the few bands that we've kept tabs on since covering them back in the first few months of our site actually being a site. They've sort of defined the DIY balls we take pride in others danglin' between their thighs.  These motherfuckers just show the fuck up and melt faces, and I'm supes proud of them for progressing to this point. That fucking vocal layer is pure balls ass balls bro bros. The new self titled EP is out in September, and you should throw it on the calendar to pre-order that sumbitch on 6/6/15 bruh.  GO STALK THIS BAND!

I am so broken up about the Robby Hunter Band. I mean, I knew the band name was horrible and didn't really allude to their magical sexual powers as those powers pertain to my loins and my many many children, BUT I DIDN'T THINK THEY WOULD BREAK UP! But when they dropped something called Magic City Hippies, and I responded "that's the best band name I've ever heard used as an album title" and they scoffed while reading my email, well, THAT'S WHEN I CONTACTED MY LAWYER. Magic City Hippies is the fucking best way to describe the music of the Magic City Hippies bro. It's sex pop. It's music you listen to while intoxicating yourself and planning on loving someone or something to the point of climax. Magic City Hippies are choosing to wear socks with sandals and then meeting...

I hit play. I walked away. I returned to my computer and sent the video link to my phone. I loaded up the video on my phone, and hit play again, but this time over the loud speakers. Beats like this remind me of how much of an asshole I was between the ages of 15 and the present, because if given the choice, I could sit here and bob my head like a recluse until I die from head bobs bro. I've already publicly admitted to being the biggest Masai fanboy in the Chicago suburbs, but I will now admit to being pretty balls into Moses Rockwell and JB!!, although I won't call him Dirty Moses until he drops the JB!! because BRO, YOU CAN'T HAVE TWO NAMES, THIS IS HIP HOP! AIN'T NO ONE HAVE TWO NAMES IN HIP H-wait. WHATEVER DIRTY JB!!, EAT ALL OF THE FECES. This shit chill bangs and is pretty damn...

Cellar Door is the first video from an album I have been anticipating for nearly three years, Brain Cave Deluxe by my friend and labelmate Elsphinx. I first heard snippets of the album when I was recording at Pig Food Records HQ back in 2012. I was floored by how original and game changing the music felt. There was something entirely fresh and original about Elsphinx's approach, his content veered from the standard underground hip hop tropes landing him somewhere between the worlds of Carlos Castaneda, Hunter S. Thompson and Supreme Clientele era Ghostface Killer. It was all Hallucinogens and blue and cream wallies.  Dude was killing it.  I finally got my hands on the album a few weeks back and I can say it stands up. Elsphinx is one of those generational voices that launches a...

I have never ever done LSD in my whole life guys. Honest to Jimmy Hendrix, never touched the stuff. I wasn't ballsy enough to try it, so I stuck with my weed and alcohol. Fresh off of release week of his album LSD, Los Angeles-based MC Sahtyre dropped "Prince Thunder" off for our at home tripping pleasure. The dude might seem familiar if you have at all followed LA Indie-Hop, or early Hellfyre Club, then you know the caliber of lyricism dude has. "Prince Thunder" is an exercise in a drugged out lyrical assault from a very equipt MC. Somewhere in the same realm as Flatbush Zombies, or A$ap Rocky, but with the lyrical strength of Ab-Soul, and personality of Schoolboy Q. I fucks with this video and song a lot. I will never do LSD, but I can bump the fuck out of some Sahtyre!

This makes me wanna tilt my fucking face back in the sun and remember what it's like to not be an old fucking piece of shit. Kid Advay is so nice. Flow = smooveness. Beat = smooveness. Everything about everything about this video = smooveness of a baby's ball sac. I just wish I could still get away with skateboarding to the store for a grape Crush without looking like a child molester, or a juggalo without his makeup on. I wish I could trade places with Kid Advay and be all cool and young and unspoiled and optimistic. That's what I LOVE most about this song: the optimism. That's what makes it seem so young and invigorating and empowering like male-enhancement pills if male-enhancement pill enhanced being a male in any way. I fucking love this kid. And can't wait for more shit from him to...

I was JUST having a conversation with my boy Turtle about what ever happened to Lyraflip. There was a time a few years back where everybody associated with The Swim Team was everywhere. Sahtyre, Dumbfoundead, Open Mike Eagle, and Lyraflip. The only one I hadn't heard from recently was Lyra. And in some universe is listening to me shit, BOOM, Syffal gets a video submission from just. that. dude. Lyraflip's new video, "Wear Gold Smoke Purple", isn't doing much in terms of pushing the envelope, but it does a WHOLE FUCKING LOT to push these subs tho! In need of an apartment party anthem? This is that shit! Love, Brandon

Jonwayne is one of those dudes that runs like veins of gold throughout the bedrock of Los Angeles hip hop. He manages to be cool with everyone and even where he doesn't think it's cool, he's respected. You can't miss him his hulking and sessy mass hugging dark corners and stairwells. Well, in that case, I guess you might. I'm a dude who also frequents the cut in the cut. So I sees you, bro. I. Sees. You. For the longest though, I didn't know whether dude was a producer or rapper. I still don't know for sure which he prefers to be known for. Or if he has a preference. I just know that every time Jonwayne's name is associated with something, it's incredibly good. And that kind of a track record gets noticed, no matter how many shadowy nooks and crannies you dwell in. Apparently, I'm not the...

I really love the music that New York Hip Hop group Ratking has been creating since it's Wiki93 first dropped. With that said, i will on occasion check their twitter or tumblr feeds to see what's popping in their world of young New York artistry. Low and be fucking hold i came across a band called Show Me The Body, who kicked my senses in the head as soon as it started. Im not familiar with any sort of punk or hardcore scene in the slightest, i just know if its dope, i fuck with it. I fuck with these SMTB dudes a lot! They just released a self titled EP and this video for "Bone Soup" off of said EP. The music is a distorted, throbbing sprint from beging to end, and i find myself wanting to watch and listen over and over. The song is a rowdy ass,electric banjo kick in the face by...

We are lucky enough to premiere Eugene, Oregon rapper, and possible Saiyan, Sammy Warm Hands' new video, Famous Last Words (Nobody Gives a Fuck). The video, which finds Mr. Hands, amongst friends and sporting his trademark Johnny Rotten-esque hair, is a middle finger. Period. The song proves again Sammy's got bars! Sammy is a grinder, a homebody homeboy, a lifer, a dude that has been quietly releasing music until it's gotten to the point where he had enough material to write a fucking book, WHICH HE DID! (Also named Famous Last Words: 10 Years of Take 92.) The tome of Northwest punk rap history is the story of Sammy and a celebration of a decade of releasing music with Take 92. The book is available on michaellarsen.com. Yeah, that Michael Larsen! RIP So… He's no greeny...