Murnau's back in native territory this week, breathing life into a mundane story. It doesn't pop like Sunrise, but it's not half bad. The stuff in the city was my favorite, I found the crowding pretty amusing and loved the diner's aesthetic. The part at the farm didn't appeal to me as much but I still enjoyed it. I watched a beautiful BluRay transfer; normally I don't care about that kind of stuff but I don't often see such clean prints of silent movies, even from the late period.
"This Black Chris and Mr. Cee from RBL Posse, and this tape is dedicated to all the fallen soldiers. You might hear drugs and violence on this tape, but don't let it influence you." So fucking tight. They're bringing lyrics in for sure but I just love their voices. Something about this album really clicked with me. Don't Gimme No Bammer is the best shit ever but I also loved Mr. Cee's verse on G's by the 1,2,3's (Ad Kapone's is sure atrocious though, does he always have no sense of rhythm?)
Choice cuts: More Like and Orgy, Don't Gimme No Bammer Weed, G's by the 1,2,3's
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