Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head
Sounds like: The 32-year-old Atlanta emcee’s eighth LP in more than 10 years is a more-sophisticated-than-most kind of collection with minimal guest game.
Free association: P!nk, Cee-Lo, R. Kelly and Andre 3000 show up—no Rick Ross!
For fans of: Jay-Z x Big Boi + Beanie Sigel, Meek Mill/Lil’ Wayne, trap anthems. (Bill Chenevert)
Sounds like: A leader of the new school (drill hip-hop) of Chicago’s rap game is hard, yes, featuring drugs and violence, but not all that creative or artistic.
Free association: We live in an age where ‘hood beefs manifest on Twitter.
For fans of: Waka Flocka Flame x Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy, generic urban strife. (B.C.)
Sounds like: Polish-born DJ and Michigander Jakub Alexander was working on soothing, electronic ambient music as escapism. Now, it’s a record.
Free association: An alternative to rainforest sounds and crashing waves.
For fans of: Brian Eno x Matthew Dear + Jacaszek, calming background noise. (B.C.)
Sounds like: Extraordinary techno-flavored house music, the third LP from the Detroit native-New Yorker, is like sexy robots having great, sultry conversations.
Free association: It’d be better if his singing voice didn’t sound like Santino’s.
For fans of: Kraftwerk + Dam-Funk, Actress, old-school Detroit realness. (B.C.)
Sounds like: Jeremy Guindo’s a production whiz; the 22-year-old Parisian’s love for dubstep, U.K. bass funk and house is molded into a trance-inducing debut.
Free association: This is the kind of music on repeat in the basement of Voyeur.
For fans of: French Fries x Zomby, Modeselektor, non-Skrillexy-dubstep. (B.C.)
Fool’s Gold Presents
Sounds like: A solid and impressive state-of-the-label for the A-Trak-led Brooklyn company that’s working with a lot of 2012’s most fascinating emcees.
Free association: There’s a whole lot of cleverly-done nastiness up in here.
For fans of: Danny Brown/Freeway/The Problem/GrandeMarshall, current rap. (B.C.)
Sundays, 9pm, HBO
Captive audience: The six or seven people who saw Tiny Furniture; people—especially women—who thought Sex and the City was full of shit.
Moment of truth: You gotta hand it to Lena Dunham: She doesn’t mind looking like an asshole. The second season of her critically lauded comedy has her and her crew of 20-something girlfrenemies continuing to make bad, selfishly motivated choices people that age usually make. This season, Dunham’s self-centered protagonist Hannah hooks up with a black Republican (much-needed guest star Donald Glover), scores cocaine from her recovering addict neighbor for a story and basically does a lot of shit she shouldn’t be doing. Seriously, this show should be called Women Can Be Douchebags Too!
Emmy or phlegmmy: Emmy. (Craig D. Lindsey)
Calendar: September 17-24
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