It’s hard to believe that New Mexico “crunkcore” crew brokeNCYDE actually exists outside of YouTube links that doughy, saddo Broken Social Scene fans with superiority complexes send to each other to convince themselves that they are smarter than a 10th grader. And it’s even harder to believe brokeNCYDE didn’t come fully formed out of the bowels of MySpace as a combination of friend-stacking fashionistas and scene-kid crypto-irony, ready to convince your little sister that it’s still more fun to take pictures of a show with a cell phone than actually watch it. More »
I don’t know about you, but the dog days of August are making me long for some levity. And what better way to bring in some hilarity than to think about the late Boots Randolph’s delightful “Yakety Sax,” a.k.a. “that Benny Hill Show song,” a.k.a. the best way to make any YouTube clip hilarious? Noted “Yakety Sax” enthusiast Jess Harvell and I put together a pair of lists related to the song—namely, a top 10 countdown of artists who need to cover the song soon, and a counterpoint list of 10 artists who should never get within a 25-mile radius of its implied hilarity, for fear of ruining it for all time. The countdowns after the jump. More »
In the eight-ish months since they first splattered themselves into the consciousness of music listeners, the shutter-shaded crunk-core act brokeNCYDE has spawned many reactions befitting the title of its debut album, I’m Not A Fan… But The Kids Like It. But I am wondering if revulsion toward their schtick, which combines David St. Hubbins’ confusion between “sexy” and “sexist” with tunes that even Tokio Hotel fans would find hookless, is starting to cross generational and demographic divides. The reason? The budding etymologists at Urban Dictionary have come up with a (somewhat convincing!) way to use the band’s name as a verb: More »
brokeNCYDE – Booty Call Feat. E-40
I know that I’m far outside of their target demo–as evidenced by the title of their forthcoming album I’m Not A Fan… But The Kids Like It!–but I can’t help but be a little more than disappointed by the new single by the hilariously awfulsome crunk-core outfit Brokencyde. “Booty Call” is maybe the ultimate letdown, since it reveals the band as the second coming of Linkin Park, only with a dude making screamo noises instead of rapping and dimestore synths swapped in for awkward DJ scratches. I mean, slightly misogynist songs with lyrics about dropping panties to the floor and asses being stuffed with “chocolate milk” should not sound like they’re meant to soundtrack some kid staring at a ceiling while wishing that it would be set afire by the sheer power of hatred for his suburban upbringing! [MySpace; HT Chris S.] More »
