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label:
heratik
productions
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producers:
fanatik
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| guests: dj design,
rational, dave dub, dj zach twist |
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| tracklisting |
| 1. Recyclism |
| 2. Garage Opera Music |
| 3. The 27th Letter |
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| 5. Algebra Wind |
| 6. Saturn Finger feat.
Rational, Dave Dub |
| 7. Fuccinemup |
| 8. The
Soniq Wars |
| 9. Fat Lady |
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| Garage Opera |
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And then we heard Azeem.
There was this EP and we didn't expect much, but putting
our ears to any of the nine tracks, and we were happy
that we had someone to listen to that had something
to say. There are too many people out there that babble,
or claim that in actuality, they don't babble, but we
are just too stupid to understand it, as if we care
about being called stupid. We rather pay attention to
artists like Azeem. That come with honest music, that
is just appealing to our mind, body, soul, neck and
heart. That's why "Garage Opera" gets some urbansmarts.com
props.
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We enter the world with
a short talking track called "Recyclism".
The low booms and vibes of Fanatik carry Azeem who gives
us his view on things, talking about the cycles life
goes through, the circles people hop, the return to
the beginning we are entrapped in. This spoken piece
is giving the first blow to the karaoke hip hop out
there, to the lack of true new thoughts, that are just
chewed several times like a cow does chews it's food.
With this we are already taken in, as we know that this
will talk to us like an older friend we just respect.
That's why we put the pen down, the dishes we were about
to wash, we turn off the TV and put aside the mag, and
listen. Listen to "Garage Opera
Music", that opens with Fanatik strings,
while Azeem progresses with his complex rhyme patters
that make it more of an effort to follow his words,
that still unfold to us like an ancient book of wisdom,
also containing the punchlines like "some of us are
falcons, you are just some m-seagulls".
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With "The
27th Letter" the dopeness on the beat tip
continues with Fanatik hooking up a shuffling scratching
sound, with the deepness of vibe layers, that allow
Azeem to talk less animated, but more hushed. This is
also freeing itself from the ones that are holding it
back with criticism, as well as acting as the ramp that
is breaking through the mass of threat, helping it's
people to follow the pioneer on the path it cut through
the obstacles. Being given the short not credited interlude,
that is featuring a beat and a speech, again conscious
in the meaning it proposes, as well as asking for reflection,
we then go into "Algebra Wind",
that is at times talking about the messengers superiority,
over a tame and relaxed beat, that is combined with
the scratching of DJ Design. Taking in likeminded souls,
"Saturn Finger"
features Rational and Dave Dub, who go the way of talking
about soldiers, that are whirlwinded around, built up
and told about like legends. Being by himself again,
"Fuccinemup" has
us hear Azeem return to spoken matters, as he breaks
down anger, what it does and what it prevents.
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We then are treated
to the last full track with "The
Soniq Wars", a transmission from the emergency
center, that is trying to protect sense, reason and
fairness. Talking about esoteric emergencies, talking
about the smell of fresh concrete, the turf of pride
and fallen heroes as well as calling out hallow statues.
And ending this EP, "Fat Lady"
is a thank you card that is sneaking in the message
to follow brethren of the Bay Area that will be heard
but likely not taken as serious as it's meant. And maybe
this can be said about the whole EP, that it's so short,
that it's easy to miss it, too severely un-given shine
too, that you might just hear about it for the first
time now. But this world is not working on a 'everybody
and everything gets all shine and props it rightfully
deserves'. That's an utopia right there. But maybe this
EP is also utopian in character, talking about all bads
and all goods. However, as you let Azeem enter through
the door, I advise you to let him sit down and have
a good listen to what he has to say.
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| review: tadah |
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