CLASSIC Busta.
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A runaway audience smash at the Sundance Film Festival, SON OF RAMBOW is a hilariously fresh and visually inventive take on friendship, family, film heroes and the death-defying adventures of growing up in the video age. It all begins in 1980s Britain, when young Will Proudfoot, raised in isolation among The Brethren, a puritanical religious sect in which music and TV are strictly forbidden, encounters something beyond his wildest fantasies: a pirated copy of RAMBO: FIRST BLOOD. His virgin viewing of the iconic thriller blows his mind -- and rapidly expanding imagination -- wide open. Now, Will sets out to join forces with the seemingly diabolical school bully, Lee Carter, to make their own action epic, devising wildly creative, on-the-fly stunts, not to mention equally elaborate schemes for creating a movie of total commitment and non-stop thrills while hiding out from The Brethren. But when school popularity finally descends on Will and Lee in the form of the super-cool French exchange student, Didier Revol, their remarkable new friendship and precious film are pushed, quite literally, to the breaking point.
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my take-it-easy nature is slowly dissapating and i don't know why :( feels like im goin through teenage rebellion 10yrs too late, cept there's no one to rebel against (unless u count the whole fucking world).
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y'all may remember this killer track from The Matrix soundtrack. it's been stuck in my head all week, especially the opening line: "i wanna take you on a rollllercooooaasteeerr..."
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you probably remember the one huge hit this band had back in the day, that song was called "better days". ever since then, i had always been curious about Citizen King. i always admired the amalgum of styles present in just that one song (and only single from this album). then, in 2007, i was able to track down the album from whence this classic hybrid poprock/hip hop/folk ditty came from. it took only two listens through to grab me by the ears and not let go, and has subsequently become one of my prized possessions. the album is a genre soup comprised of elements from rock, hip hop, bluegrass, punk, and even a few tracks i can't even find a classification for. even the worst song on the album, the cacophanous "salt bag spill", grows on you after a few listens. the overall appeal of this record is the undeniable simplicity of it, the instant appeal of its catchy lyrics, clean yet somehow organic production, the perfectly pitched and smooth vocals. there are more than a few rock anthems present on the album, and if they were ever released as follow-up singles to the gold certified "better days", they would've surely been hits.
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no your eyes don't deceive you. Ashlee Simpson has put out one HOT pop song, probably one of the most decent stabs at an authentic 80s track then anything i've heard in a long while (outside of retro electro disco and house). what's even more surprising, is that Timbaland is listed as the producer. what results is a very authentic 80s tribute song with simple, catchy lyrics, sung in such a way that it doesn't require a vocalist with any real skill. all you need to achieve the desired effect (that of the classic 80s pop ditty) is the right inflection in your voice, and a certain off-kilter swagger. the video too is pretty dope, loaded with heaps of 80s references. i had seen the video numerous times on cable music channels, but strangely i didn't hear much about it on the mainstream U.S. music scene. i expected it to blow up to massive proportions, but i have a feeling pre-conceptions about Ashlee Simpson, the manufactured lip-synching younger sister of Jessica, have worked against her. the song is all-around great, but i'm pretty sure its lack of success can be attributed to the negative public opinion on this little starlet in the making. i myself had the same notions about her, but ultimately i made myself promise to adhere to the following mantra a few years ago: if Britney Spears made a great song, i will not be afraid to like it. basically, i don't wanna limit the music i listen to or hear simply because of the name attached to the song, and the consequent baggage that comes with openly applauding someone as unstable as Britney, or someone who is only a star because of their older sibling. but i've held true to that promise thus far, and in the name of disseminating good music to the masses, in all its various forms, i now make my case for Ashlee Simpson's latest single.
pop music has its place, and when done right, is worthy of praise.
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