Lily Allen meant a lot to me in my teen years. I loved her so much that I once serenaded an ex-boyfriend with ‘Not Fair’ on a table at a crowded party. Feminism may not be all about hating men, but Allen damn well did it anyway.
Bangs is shit. His rapping is as ferocious as a Bichon Frisé, his rhymes as deep as a puddle of vomit. His millions of YouTube hits are evidence only of hipsterdom’s thirst for irony.
Summery NZ feel-goodness permeates his EP, a tiny body of work only four songs long. Every song is quality and single-worthy, however, and it only leaves you wanting more.
Nas’s seminal contribution to East Coast hip-hop turned 20 this April. Nas was 20 when he released Illmatic. I was 20 when I cranked Illmatic the hardest. If you’re 20, you should listen to Illmatic.
I Never Learn is a sad album. I was having a pretty good afternoon before I put it on; now it feels like 4 am on a lonely Saturday. She’s down, but accepting of it. Defiant, even.
The name Homeless Atlantic is far from a generic kiwi band name. Think anything beach or roots related. The word homeless evokes urban imagery, everywhere but nowhere specific, a sojourner that never reaches a destination…
Kerosene Comic Book (KCB) is not a band, or a label – they’re a collective; more a consistent brand than a consistent lineup. Think Tumblr, in-jokes, Drake-worship and drugs.
It took me about five hours to make it through this album. Don’t put yourself through the same.
Kerosene Comic Book is a collective of bedroom producers from around New Zealand, including Race Banyon, Career Girls, Totems, Skymning, Yvnalesca and Muirs