Question: if I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage, would the neighbours smell the corpse before the cat ate my face? Ah yes, the wanderer in the rat race. How it blinds us from real emotion, the Other and, well, basically anything that’s real outside of our own peculiar mindset. Because the human race is tricky that way. We first and foremost have an intrinsic inborn need to be entertained, 24/7. But don’t go too far into the entertainment deal; before you know it, you’re stuck in this carefully imposed already laid-out-for-you, and not so very entertaining, life scheme, with loads of small talk and social imagery in between. It’s like today’s popular music, but a bit more mainstream. It’s a theatre of jumping jellyfish. Or, to put it more eloquently and Shakespearian: “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players”. Or, to put it more crudely and Donnie Darkonian: “We are losing these kids to apathy”. Cause what is radio music if not a reflection of today’s overly globalised society? Remember what the wise man said: There ain’t a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost. You gotta make a choice. Either stay in the spotlights and without soul or step out of it and feel whole. After all, aren’t we all just a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong? On a quest to self-express “the real deal”, however weird you may find it to be. Party over here, I’ll be over there. Because on this particular stage, I’d rather be humanely Weird and Real, than plastically wrapped up just for You, pretending Life is “no big deal”.
Director of MV: Rob Shaw (Bent Image Lab)
All I need is one mic. Just your regular guy, thinking stuff over in his head. Perfectly represented by the somewhat squatter-like scenery. (…) only if I had one love, one girl and one crib. Now, here’s a rapper who doesn’t need all your typical rapper-things. Let real artistic vulnerability unwrap itself. Admitted, you still have the police-thingy, but hey, that’s American rap. Context, man, context. (…) drops his Heineken. Bam! Dropping sound of the Heineken. Nice! We need more warriors soon. Now apart from context, it is safe to say this song is very appealing to the revolutionary mind. And, let’s face it, can you think of a song where the police-sample doesn’t work? If y’all people really with me, get busy, load up the — censored shit at the e-xact time that the grenade hits ya. Nice shot. Too bad all the suppressed idealistic anger there gets lost in the American censorship. Makes you wonder why “war” isn’t cut out. All I need is one life, one try (…) what I stand for speaks for itself. Said the fans who are lipping his rhymes. Nice way of appealing to the public, cause, yes, I do understand. You gotta fight for your right to an ideal, an opinion, self-expression. You’re right, all I need is one mic. This song isn’t about Nas, it’s about me. I’m on the right track I finally found, you need some soul-searching, the time is now. You’re right, I do need some soul-searching. Just let me go and self-express myself. Now, … all I need is one mic.
Director of MV: Chris Robinson
Anger management in today’s entertainment world. No easy task. That’s why we have songs like these. Metal, punk, hip hop, … you name it, for each political catastrophe your very own therapeutic tune. ‘We revolt simply because – we can no longer breathe.’ See this a beautiful tune for wanting to suppress some hidden anger in a civil manner. Pure anger, situated somewhere between the heart, lungs and throat. One big bloody schmush of powerlessness. That’s how you feel. Until of course your perfectly adapted to today’s bureaucracy friend walks in and you somehow feel forced to turn the volume down as the atmosphere has suddenly changed into some “what dangerous piece of information are you listening to?”-issue.
But you just can’t help it. You see the ruins of this UFO-like futuristic building in a parallel world similar to those what-happens-after-global-warming-or-was-it-capitalism-?-movies, and you just can’t help it. The rage of this Jimi Hendrix-figure reminiscing, perhaps, modern slavery with, why yes, the white man in its rightful place; the philosopher’s thoughts transcending bits and pieces of the Red; the pop-up thought that this song might not even be about black people’s rights at all, but if it is, it’s cool to find it in a genre other than rap, equally as vivid and alive, and even combined with some hip hop moves… and you just can’t help but feel… understood. You put your hand out to shake, then they escort you in chains. Now, apart from the whole melancholic Bulgarian context, it is safe to say this song is very appealing to the revolutionary mind. It’s songs like these that are rarely called for these days, though very much needed. With our art we’ll transcend again. Revolution: To some, the Dark Side. To you, Nirvana.
Director of MV: Lamb & Sea