Organized Konfusion - "Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken"

Classic material.

And lol@ that fat kid

Janet Jackson - Discipline

Damn Janet...you ain't aging well. And the plastic surgery is not a good look.

The feedback on first single Feedback?

Meh.

Plus each new album you release seems to adhere to the law of diminishing returns. Now, The Funky Snob knows that you got a raw deal with the "wardrobe malfunction" fallout and your last album wasn't as bad as they say, but damn...Discipline is disappointing.

Boring even.

Digitized megapop ain't really doing it for me -- not to mention the overt sexuality vibe is more corny than carnal.

I love me some Janet but she's now in her forties. Not that there's anything wrong with that but I would love to hear to mature, souled out Janet...on the "That's the Way Love Goes-meets-Let's Wait Awhile" tip.

Just because it's Janet, The Funky Snob is going to give Discipline a few more listens, just to see if it grows on me.

But only because it's Janet.

Mother's Finest - Love Changes

The Funky Snob randomly rediscovered this sweet 80s R&B/Funk track by Mother's Finest:

Mother's Finest - Love Changes



Always loved that track, which makes it weird that I not only forgot all about it, the band's rep doesn't really register with me. Love Changes, however is the joint. The supremely underrated Joyce Kennedy sings the holy hell out of this jam.



As an extremely underrated rock/funk metal/R&B outfit, Atlanta-based Mother's Finest was/is forever destined to be saddled with the "Black Rock" tag -- and subsequently ignored. Mother's Finest turned out some decent rock funk in the 1970s in addition to some more soulful stuff in the 1980s.

You see, for most blackfolk, rock is that distant cousin that that only see at the family reunion and have no intention of staying in contact with. Sure, blah blah about rock being invented by blacks and blah blah about being appropriated by the mainstream (re: whitefolk).


Bottom line, most blackfolk ain't checking for modern rock music. Period. As a result, radio didn't really know what to do with Mother's Finest (a fact that they acknowledged by naming their 1990s release "Black Radio Won't Play This Album")

Which is a shame, because there is some alright stuff out there. As for Mother's Finest, they apparently are still touring.

The Funky Snob is playing the hell out of Love Changes. As for their other, more-rock and funk metal oriented material...The Funky Snob will get around to listening to it eventually.

Or not.

NYOIL: Cap'n Save A Hoe!

The latest from Staten Island emcee NYOIL:

NYOIL - Cap'n Save A Hoe!


Comedy.

New stuff from Camp Lo

This Funky Snob thinks that Wikipedia (of all places) puts it best in describing Camp Lo’s steez as “lyrics that consist almost entirely of Blaxploitation-style Dadaist slang.”

Indeed.

People slept on 2007’s Black Hollywood, which was a solid, if sometimes even, project.

Camp Lo firmly falls into that “love em or hate em” polemic, particularly in today’s hip hop landscape. I highly doubt that Luchini, Coolio High and other 70s inspired ditties off the classic Uptown Saturday Night would get much mainstream love in the new millennium.

That said, the new joint is aiight:

Camp Lo - Lumdi

Kindred the Family Soul – Where Would I Be

Damn. The Funky Snob wasn’t aware that they made a video for this:

Kindred the Family Soul – Where Would I Be


I was always curious why married duo Fatin Dantzler and Aja Graydon never got the same shine as Hidden Beach labelmate Jill Scott.



Their debut, 2003’s Surrender to Love was criminally underrated and spawned this sweet track (remember?):

Kindred the Family Soul – Far Away


Kindred has the same “neo-soul” slant (even though The Funky Snob hates the tag “neo-soul”) and the same warm fuzzy “nutritionally good for the soul” Philly vibe thing going on. Perhaps it’s their “gimmick” (for lack of a better word) – a “strong down-to-earth married couple with kids professing their love through music.”

A hard sell? Perhaps.

But it shouldn’t be.

Fugees: The Score revisited

I recently revisited The Score (via iPod) and by and large, it still holds up.

Will mainstream hip-hop ever again see a potent trio as The Fugees? Listening to Wyclef, Pras and the inimitable Lauryn Hill effortlessly drop lyrical missives and “capture your bounty like Eliot Ness," it makes one realize that there will likely never ever be a hip hop crew of two dudes and a hot chick to bring the commercial fire like New Jersey’s finest did in 1996.

The Funky Snob was no doubt down with the "Fu-Gee-La," appreciated the Roberta Flack jack of “Killin’ Me Softly” and feened off the ill Enya sample in “Ready or Not” – but really dug underrated joints like “The Mask” and especially "How Many Mics"...

Fugees - How Many Mics


...where Lauryn serves up perhaps one of the best hip-hop verses of all time (just a taste):

I get controversial
Freak your style with no rehearsal
Ooo, contraire mon frere
Don't you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco-Vision
My mind makes incisions in your anatomy
And I'll back this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made this word
You can't get with this
Sweet like licorice,
Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.

Nuts. Speaking of nuts…


Um...

Ms. Hill, please come back. Get your act together.

The rap game needs you.

Fiona Apple : Across The Universe

it is blasphemous to say that this cover is better than the original?

Fiona Apple: Across The Universe


So be it. This version kicks ass.

yael naim - new soul

that new macbook air commercial prompted this funky snob to do some google-fu:

yael naim new soul


infectious. typically bohemian video however.