Published on Jul 30, 2003
Fondle ‘Em Records stars the Arsonists move over to Matador,
which has released some excellent hip-hop, proving they don’t just
wanna know about Modest Mouse and Pavement. This crew kills the
fakers, and make Eminem’s style sound empty (even though they do
compliment him on “As the World Burns”), and extremely corny.
Eminem: the white rapper, who makes it okay for caucasian kids to
act black in Utah, and proceed like the blonde-haired, blue-eyed,
Aryan sensation would. Elvis got popular the same way — by
appropriating a whole ‘nother culture that he
really wasn’t part of, no matter
where he grew up, or
who he hung out with.
I read an interview recently with Limp Bizkit’s Fred Durst.
Inside he was discounting the accusations by some, that meatheads,
in particular, seem drawn to his band’s zero-intelligence
meanderings, and base, third-grade-drop-out consciousness. His
excuse was that in high school the bullies beat him up. Yeah, now
they give you high-fives in the front row! “You ain’t hardcore cuz
you spike your hair when a jock still lives inside yer head!” (The
Dead Kennedys) Read into that, please, Fred. Or have someone read
it for you.
While he gets
Hooked on Phonics, the Arsonists leave everything in their
path smoldering. “I’m a human microphone, and my lyrics the vocal
chords.” There are lots of really funny sound effects on this
record that would normally be over-dubbed as substitutes on the
‘clean version’ for fu!% or sh*@ or ni&^a. Instead, they’re
flourishes to normal phrases, and you get to where you realize the
Arsonists are approaching
musique concrete, with found sounds blazing (Literally. See
“Blaze”) the path, and bringing hip-hop into a new millennium.
The best quotes here: “Gotta stop smokin’ MC’s. Somebody pass me
the Nicorette.” Or “You’re a pervert jerkin’ off to porno’s of me
and your moms.”