Home of the Fat Beat Diet. Cooking up some fine high-calorie beats every week.

Category: Uncategorized (Page 1 of 2)

While we’re on the subject of Illmatic…

I wrote this almost 10 years ago for a ‘zine called Izzum that a bunch of friends would put out on a monthly basis. Each issue had a column called Essentials, where one of us music snobs would let you know why you should have a certain album in your collection. This issue was the hip hop issue, so I took the opportunity to expand on my feelings about Nas’ Illmatic (which just celebrated its 20th anniversary). I still stand by it.

The Greatest Hip Hop Album of All Time: Ilimatic by Nas.

Don’t agree with me? Fuck you, I don’t care – you’re wrong. While a strong case could be made for say, Public Enemy’s It Takes a Nation of Millions. . . or Run DMC’s Raising Hell (they’re still not as good as Illmatic), when some young punk tried to convince me that Jay Z’s The Black Album was the greatest of all time, I had to school him (told him don’t let n****z fool him…).

“Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with: The thief’s theme…”

1994. Building upon the seminal release of NWA’s debut, strong releases from the likes of Dr. Dre (The Chronic, 1994) and Snoop (Doggystyle, 1993) had shifted hip hop’s nexus to the Left Coast from its NYC cradle. Suburban wannabe gangstas and greedy marketing executives everywhere were clamoring for the sounds of G-Funk. With a debut the strength of which has rarely, if ever, been duplicated, Nas snatched hip hop and brought him back home. In contrast with the loud and flashy LA drive-bys, Ilimatic was cold steel on a dark night, the carnage only to be revealed later on in the day’s light.

Gathering drum tracks from finest DAISY-age producers, Nas laced Primo, Pete Rock, and Large Professor beats with the smoothest tales of ghetto life through the eyes of a 19 year-old. A gifted storyteller with Buddha-blessed pacing, images of the ghetto were painted without embellishment but with rare beauty. Despite his grim surroundings, a sliver of hope gleams through every track on what is, despite its relaxed flow, a densely packed, 40 minute, 10 song (and not a weak one among them) album.

A true East Coast album, I damn near wore out that cassette in my walkman, listening to it again, again, and again on public transit. One day, switching tapes, a gleam from the clear case caught the eye of the kid across the way. A knowing smile crossed his face when he recognized the cover. Not a word was said, but we knew. And now, you do too.


Mo Money, Mo Problems…

More like ‘less money, same problems’, but whatever…

Some of y’all might remember all the problems I had last month with my webhost. Well, I moved everything to a new spot, and then everything died on me. I think it might have been my error, but it’s hard to tell right now. bah… I lost the last post, but I’ll try and at least get the listings and mp3s back up for that week.

happy 4/20!

Here at the Fat Beat Diet, we’re not the biggest tokers – we’re a little too mellow by default. But it’s hard to deny the herb’s influence on hip hop. Here’s a few favourites.

Ricca Razor Sharp’s new project, Blades of Steel is part of a special 4/20 show down at the Blind Beggar’s pub here in town this weekend. They’re latest video for H.E.M.P. is not to be missed.

PUTS rock a party (rhyme) like no other, and even go so far as to call out their so-called smoker brethren on ‘C’Mon let’s get high’.

Possibly one of my favourite weed-flavoured tracks

Yeah… like i’d leave these guys out of this…

« Older posts

© 2024 The Beat Diet

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑