Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The Yes Yes Yalls Are Awesome
Okay. You heard it here first. This group is the shit. That's it. If you don't like the Yes Yes Yalls, I don't know what to tell you. I don't know what you're waiting for. I've been looking for a long time for the next big thing. I look regularly. I don't write this blog because I want to. I do it because I have to. I hate it. I'm a slave to it. I'm an Audio Slave. And the Yes Yes Yalls is what I have been looking for.
The music of the Yes Yes Yalls is like a girl whose too fine. It makes you angry because you are no longer in control of yourself. Rather your a slave to her beauty, knowing that everything you've busted your ass for is hers, she only has to ask for it. Your happily damned.
I found out about the Yes Yes Yalls at an open mic, a real open mic.
In the basement bar on a Thursday night in NYC without any of the sexy. The crowd, dudes too old to still be rapping, people missing teeth, chicks with major flaws ... this isn't the beautiful people.
Shameless Plug on the Left. Chris on the Right.
And the Yes Yes Yalls fit right in. You won't find Justin Timberlake beauty here. The lead singer/rapper ... yes, and there's no auto-tune here ... Shameless Plug is a 5' 8'' 180 lbs. stocky, lumberjack looking dude, with a optimistic sense of humor with a cynics sarcasm and a tongue in cheek style. The other half of the group Chris has the same vibe but with a calm wholesomeness that is reassuring. Though Chris is a skeptic but wants to believe. And there's no reason they shouldn't.
Shameless took the stage. I stood there ready to not like what I was about to hear. I enjoy not liking what 90% of what I hear. It assures me that my sense of taste has not gone soft. But in a shitty bar on the ass end of Manhattan, Shameless was not having any of my skepticism. He jumped on stage, stocky as hell, with no fashion sense except the good sense to rock black and just rocked the stage. He raps like a babbling brook, is flow is like a river and just rolls along. He leaves it to the listener whether they want to listen to the contents of the lyrics or just listen to the music.
If you choose to dive into the lyrics you won't be disappointed. The level of truth and metaphor is crushing. But the kicker is this. Then he breaks out into a perfect falsetto voice to sing his own hooks. Take that Jigga. Can you rap WELL and then sing your own hooks? Uhhhh ... can you say "Game Changer?"
And if that isn't enough, his boy Chris, the producer of the tracks of the Yes Yes Yalls, is too talented. He is so talented that he just throws (see their song H.G.N.) the beats of entire songs on the ends of other songs. P. Diddy would be drooling to do a remix. Because it's already done. There are entire songs at the ends of other songs. It would be like your mom making a turkey. And then when you were done, she broke out a roast beef as an encore. It almost makes you just say, enough. I can't take anymore. Then you just gorge yourself some more. And then feel disgusted with yourself. But what choice did Chris give you. That's how the beats are.
Okay. I'm tired of talking. I'm tired of trying to tell you how good this is. Listen for yourself. And if you don't like it, I've got the number of a good therapist.