Hot new genre: songs that contain the words “conglomerate” and “fuck” in the same sentence
Mash Out Posse, let me see you do this one: Luton Town/Millwall, 1985… yeah, a perfect fusion. Anyway, there are literally at least two whole songs in the history of existence that a) contain both the words “fuck” and “conglomerate” in quick succession and b) are quite good.
Understand that this blog will never get off Nigel Blackwell’s dick. Everything about the man is stunning to me, from the fact that he clocked six figures for doing a series of voiceovers for British Gas, to the fact that HMHB don’t tour because he “likes his own bed”. Not even the fact that Tranmere have raped Northampton Town consistently over the past five seasons can ruin the guy for me. I appreciate that our American readership won’t take much from a song that features as its comic highpoint the boying of Brenda Blethyn, but you made your choices in 1812 so you may as well learn to deal with them.
On the other hand… OK, yes, we’re still anticipating “Back On My BS”. Not as much as we’re stoked for “Brooklynati” and “Blackout 2“, but as much as you can be stoked for the release of any old guy who dropped a fucking turd with his last album as you can get. Admittedly, Busta does the square root of fuck all on “The Game Room”, making a bunch of mediocre puns over a beat manufactured from… Galaxian or Defender or some fucking thing, I don’t fuck with vintage arcade (Efil46C). Fizzy Womack, on the other hand, absolutely fucking murders this track, and the fact that M.O.P. haven’t recorded an actual rap album for eight years is nothing short of criminal. It says something about his drop here that “Respect my conglomerate/ I ain’t know what the fuck that word means” says a lot. And really, 2009 will have to go a long, long way to top “I fuck hood rats/ I even fuck Caucasians”. Which, in fairness, does sound a bit like a Craig Finn lyric.