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Cathie Ryan - Somewhere Along the Road album review

Cathie Ryan - Somewhere Along the Road is a beautiful Irish folk album with lush ballads and historic style storytelling on songs such as Rathlin Island (1847) and Carrick-a-rede. Many people think Enya or Pogues when they think of Irish music. But they leave out Cathie Ryan. You will not want to miss out on an opportunity on listening to this album.


Carrick-a-rede is a love song about Cathie’s lover waiting for Cathie on the famous rope bridge called the Carrick-a-rede that is located in Larrybane, Ballycastle, United Kingdom. From there she will meet her lover.

Cathie will walk the miles from Ballintoy, Ireland with no shining moon to light her way across the fields of Larrybane, Ballycastle, United Kingdom. The Carrick-a-rede is a rope bridge where her love waits. The fishermen lie in their beds. The salmon spawn in Moyle's blue sea. And he lies there upon the grass waiting for Cathie on Carrick-a-rede.

She will find you where he lies and steal in soft under his coat. They will tell our stories and sing their songs out in every note. His sweet kiss will bring the rest. They will meet the sea's loud roar. No better way to cheat the grave. She is nearly there. From there she will meet her lover.


Rathlin Island (1847) is an Irish folk love song which took place in the year of 1847 on Rathlin Island, Island. The song is one of the more spiritual songs on the album.

Cathie hasn’t slept since Wednesday evening. There is no sleep with all this grieving. No music here where once was singing. They are like ghosts here on Rathlin Island. All fleshless bone shamed and silent. Their feet are stone where once was dancing. Today she walks Raghery’s headland. The welcome is warm here on the island. Seventy strong, it’s hard to leave them.

Turn a blue eye back on Rathlin Island. The waves are pounding Slough na Morra. Hundreds will sail. Hundreds left mourning. We will look back. Beimid ar marthan. (We will survive.)


Somewhere Along The Road explained how somebody was waiting patiently for Cathie along the road for her to arrive and be there with them.
 
Somewhere along the road is where someone is waiting patiently for Cathie. Beyond the present storms that blow. No secrets held in an open heart. A spirit that soars over mountains. Somehow a guiding light always shows the way to those who lose their way by night. Searching for the day. A day away from happiness. Tomorrow will bring a new sunrise.

Sometimes when winds are still. Perhaps beyond this silent hill a voice will come to her. Raise your eyes and her my world. Raise your voice and sing out.

5/5*****!

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AKB48 - Reset album review

AKB48 - Reset is a bright and beautiful cheery J-Pop album from the idol singers of AKB48. The album certainly is geared towards and pertains to teenagers. Several of the songs performed by AKB48 are love songs unsurprisingly. Songs such as 制服レジスタンス (Seifuku Resistance) showcase AKB48’s rebellious side.


制服レジスタンス (Seifuku Resistance) is about how the AKB48 girls are raising the skirts of their school uniforms a few centimeters up rebelling against the societal rules adults have set. This is resistance in uniform.

The AKB48 girls wear the  skirts of their school uniforms at the waist folded at 5 centimeters and worn short. Their skirts are 5 centimeters too short that the mandated uniform policy of their school allows. They want to be free. Applying white gloss is something fun because there is nothing they can have. They were eyelash extensions and are armed with nails.

Somewhere my cell If you take off your uniform there will be nothing left to resist. That’s what AKB48 says. But parents don't seem interested. They are tired of rules and being underage. Everything in front of them is lame. That is why AKB48 keep resisting adults.


彼女になれますか? (Kanojo ni Naremasu ka?) (Can I be your girlfriend?) is about a girl asking an older boy who is an upperclassman (senior) if she can be his boyfriend with his permission.

This girl never thought a day like this would come. The upperclassman (senior) she admired suddenly called out to her. She's surprised that he knew her name. She asks the upperclassman if she can be his girlfriend by asking, “It's a brazen question, but I want you to hear it. Can I be your girlfriend?”

Her friends around the way told her, "Come and support the basketball inter-high school championship." On the day of the game, she wonders if someone else will be invited. That rumored cheerleader makes her a little curious with that troubled face she has. The cheerleader has a dreamy personality. This girl has to prepare her heart because she's got so many rivals. It would be sad if it was just a game. She whispers because she has regrets.

4/5****!

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Donald-D - Notorious album review

Donald-D - Notorious is one of the more overlooked albums of 1989. The album is laced with East Coast rap style production with hi-hats, booming bass lines, groovy guitars, and heavy lyricism. His storytelling skills are impeccable as his rhyming had substance and had a story to tell. His biting vocal delivery leaves much to be desired. The obligatory posse cut (Syndicate Posse) is included on the album too. This shows that Rhyme Syndicate Posse member Donald-D is a team player.


Who Got the Gun? discussed how Donald-D got set up and framed for a crime he did not commit. Throughout the song is where Donald-D gets treated brutally and unlawfully by police. Donald-D getting kidnapped is a reoccurring theme that is used throughout the song.

It was a quarter to 8. Jazz was running late. Donald-D was laying in bed with a girl that would tailgate when he showed up enraged about a headline that said Donald-D committed a crime. The headline said that Donald-D was the trigger man and that he had the 50 grand ($50,000). It was a frame-up. Why was he set up?

But before he could give his statement police cold rushed in his tenement. Their guns were ready to fire for some violence. He was handcuffed and pushed into a car. Donald-D is down at the station behind a closed door being interrogated by the fucking law. What they heard was word of mouth. There's no truth to it. So he sits in a bottomless pit with criminals. He’s no criminal. All police wanted to know is who got the gun. Why is he treated like one? The system is a joke. He tries to plea innocent with no success.

Donald-D was smacked and beaten down with a nightstick by these cops that are fucking hicks. His bond was set. Chilly Dee had the bail money to bail him out. He is now back at the Syndicate headquarters. Trying to get his thoughts in order. So he called the Syndicate ringleader Ice-T. Ice-T told Donald-D he didn't know either or who wanted him behind bars.
Was it a rival rap star?

Chilly-D said, "Yo, don't dwell on it. Their story will never stick." Donald-D said, "Word em up. Let's go get a bite to eat." After a hour or so of grubbing and talking, two cars pull up. One in front and one in back. An uzi is pointed at his face. He gets kidnapped. The driver asks the question, "Who got the gun?"

Donald-D was chained against the wall like a wild beast. This smelled like the dirt of police. They said, "Give up the gun," Mistaken identity was how he pleaded.

They questioned his whereabouts on June 5th when a cop entered the room and said, "Fuck it. Put a bullet through the nigger." The bossman told them to chill on the kill. He said, "Listen, we will front you a deal. You can keep the money. Here's a kilo for fun. But all you gotta do is get us the gun."

They stepped off. So he tried to relax but felt uneasy by the sound of rats piecing away on the wooden door. This is a long way from being on tour. Slowly but surely he was falling asleep. With a thought on his mind that continued to run. He would like to know who got the gun.

He was woken by the sound of car tires. And then he heard gunfire. He knew the Syndicate was gunning by the sound of the enemies running. Spike held his gun on the head honcho. He had no choice but to show them where Donald-D was at. Randy Mac shot his gat on the sucker he dissed who tried to diss back. Donald-D was freed, but they was still on a mission to take out those who did not listen to his warning that the Rhyme Syndicate was large. They let loose a brutal barrage Vic was quick. Ice was nice. Islam dropped napalm. Bronx Style took a bullet in his arm. He didn't feel it There were so many caps he had to peel.

Donald-D would show an all-out Rambo by letting off a round of ammo when he stumbled upon their drug operation and a cop who wanted his dead. He tried to pull out but his gun rang out quicker than his as he cried out in pain as he fell out. It was the end. His lights went out with the same thought that weighed a ton. Donald-D will never know who had the gun.


Another Night In The Bronx glorified the violence and crime that was going in the Bronx of New York City back in the year of 1989. Violence is a reoccurring theme in Donald-D’s songs. This song is no exception. The song primarily deals with gun violence. Another Night In The Bronx was an early example of gangsta rap with an East Coast lyrical touch.

Damn. Everybody in the neighborhood heard gunshots ringing out in the dark grim Bronx nightlife. And when Rhyme Syndicate saw him, nobody knew him. Was he a drug dealer? Who would be the squealer? What was his last words? These were the questions the members of Rhyme Syndicate had asked themselves and thought. Donald-D wonders if the brother knew his killer. As the cops stepped in, the posse cold stepped. This was another night in the Bronx.

Local hoods are playin Donald-D close. They were playing his gold until he told them, "Put that bullshit on hold." Donald-D is hangin solo during another night in the Bronx because his girl went to visit her father in Puerto Rico.

It was time for him to stroll through the streets of your neighborhood like a parade. He was jockin his fade that he got from Dave’s. He rolled down the windows because they were tinted. Skeezers gathered and the Dee resented. The driver pulled off like the 100 yard dash. They only wanna hang because he is pulling in cash.

He put a quarter in the payphone up on the ave while thinking about the suckers on his shit list. But Chilly-D wasn't home. So Donald-D went to Islam’s crib. The posse was there with some cuties while one braided his hair. They listened to a tune from the Zulu Kings. They was all into it when the telephone rings. Donald-D picks it up and says, "Yo, who it be?" It was the L.A. Player pimpin ass Ice-T. They rapped for a second. Then he gave it to Islam.  But one of the cuties was all in Donald-D’s business (biz). She asked if he was single and if he would like to mingle.

When out of the window they heard some people. It was Vansilk, Scorpio, Melle Mel, and Steve-O who's out on bail. Chilly-D came around and gave all of them a pound and said the place to be in the Boogie Down Bronx is 371 or the Zodiac. The posse went to the Zodiac and it was packed. Busy Bee and Caz was running the show.

It wasn't snowing outside but there was snow everywhere. There was cuties in the house and some that barked. The freak from Islam’s crib was still tippin him. She was strippin him with her bedroom eyes.

They went to the Hours Motel next. She had the feeling. She paid for the room and then started illin. She took the Moët bottle and put it in her twat. Then she said, "Come on, Dee, now gimme what you got." She pulled off his drawers with her teeth. Jumped on top and did not pause. She treated Donald-D like he was going to war. It ain't nothin like a little something that they call sex. It was 3 PM in the afternoon when they left. She was walking with a limp. You can tell he rocked her to death. They jumped in a cab and headed straight to his pad. Another girlie called Donald-D. So she got mad. Donald-D told her to step and catch the train. She said, "Dee, I wanna be your number one flame." He felt kinda sorry. So he gave her a hug Word up, y'all. She was sprung on Dee.

And then she took Donald-D out on a shopping spree. They got back with Bronx Style Bob later in the evening. They told him the story and he was ready to skeeze.  He said, "Her posse can be for the takin. They're jockin me hard for the records I'm makin."

The posse were shooting some hoops (playing basketball) while the boys on the hill gettin high on a stoop. They was sitting around with the box cold boomin. The girlies in the place to be was assuming that they would bust a rap but they was laid back. The girlies felt self-pity because the posse didn't strap up. Them same old everyday skeezers who ain't nothin to the Dee but dick-teasers. This was another night in the Bronx.

The posse was running low on dough, They couldn't hop the trains because East Tremont Station was crawling with cops. So they took the walk to E.P.'s rest. Kid Scratch played a beat and Donald-D manifest some lyrics with his ace boon coon Kid Jazz. Tim Jones showed up with a pocket full of cash. The posse was drinkin O.E. (Olde English) when B-Ski lit a joint.
Joe said, "Yo, let's drive down to the point." They saw Keisha  whose pussy is loose. She was selling her body with that faggot Bruce. So the posse went to White Castle.

As Donald-D ate, he watched this girl give a nigga big hassle Back on the ave the brothers sellin dope when the sister start yelling, "He snatched my rope!" Donald-D gave a chase and slowed the pace. What he did was he stomped the sucker in his face.

Donald-D headed to his crib on Lambert Avenue. He ran into his brother Kirk on the way to his crib. He said Mick jetted off in a five point o (5.0). But he did not know where Mick had to go. He said Bambaataa was with them and Ikey C. And then Donald-D got a call from Easy A.D. on the phone. Now Donald-D is cruising the town in his Audi 5000. Cops pull Donald-D over because they say he rowdy. They are searching Donald-D down. Do you know what they found? A real rap trooper from the Boogie Down Bronx hat travels the airwaves to everybody borough. Donald-D is a devastating thoroughbred making bread and putting heads to bed. Instead the feds are playing him close because he is the Syndicate Sniper that they want the most.

These lyrics show that not only was Donald-D street smart, he was also book smart. “Graduated from Morris High, not 'Street Academy'/But still street smart, I knew I had to be/Pimpin my lyrics to a beat like this”


Donald-D described and explained his life on the road through his constant travels on his song On Tour. He is the notorious rhymer with original rhymes.

Donald-D has got the mic. Donald-D has got you hype! Crowds are loud. Stage lights are bright. He is a loaded shotgun that's second to none at center stage. At center stage like a fire he rages. It's time to declare a new age.

In the limo in the back, champagne is in the glasses. People are asking Donald-D for stage passes. Autograph seekers stepping on his sneakers. He signs autographs and then he rhymes through the speaker.  Coming at you raw to the core when the bass is booming the systems smoke. You can scope and hope that it's only a joke. The sound barrier is broke when it hit the high note. So go with the flow because you paid that dough. He is a prime time performer like The Cosby Show because he will never curse. Next time you see Donald-D will be on a commercial. Donald-D has been many places and seen many faces. That's right, y'all. He has performed for many races on tour.

Girls galore are at his hotel door He can't take it no more. Trooper tour dominating. His fans be waiting while all of the reporters are all out stating Donald-D rocks sports arenas and big colosseums. He love the prime time cause it's in the PM. Girls be tearing what he is wearing. And the guys on the side don't seem to be caring. He is a star to the highest degree. He was born to be the master of ceremony on tour.

While Donald-D crops and bops to the sound of hip hop/rap, Chilly-D givse electrical shock to the deejays lampin and  deejays rockin. He's got a record on the left and a record on the right turntable. Chilly-D is ready to cut a beat that makes you move your feet. Deejays step back while Chilly-D scratches. Chilly-D is a master who can create a beat faster. His scratch can't be matched in the USA by any rookie or known deejay (DJ). Chilly-D is chillin with the scratch.

These lyrics showcased Donald-D’s lyrical ability.

For the rhyme dictator, no navigator
Perpetrator hater, I rock the spectators
So go with the flow cause you paid that dough
I'm a prime time performer like 'The Cosby Show'
Cause I will never curse you, yes, we're universal
Next time you see me, will be on a commercial
I been many places, seen many faces
That's right, y'all, I performed for many races
On tour

Got a D with a dash, my given name Donald
I'm the controller, pimp lane stroller
Solar polar bear, dice roller
Scholar with the dollars, I make ya holler
When I sweat you can bet, there's no rings around the collar
Girls be tearin what I am wearin
And the guys on the side don't seem to be carin

Got a right hand stronger than Hitman Hearns
That would even put a smile on Albert Einstein
Operation radication, radication operating
Donald-D is here this year, demonstrating
How to rap, black, yo, back, you can't rap
Put your hands in the air, this is a mic-jack
On the wanna-be MC's and the ones I raided
All perpetrators will be terminated
By the rap outlaw, I'm here for war
The second that I step through the concert door

Devastating lyric maker is who I am
Who's illin for a killin like Son of Sam
You ham get bodyslammed, you say, "Damn, he's a ram"
You jellyfish clam can't rock (rock) the king of the jam
I got energy to burn, so learn


5/5*****!!

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Baby Bash/Baby Beesh - On Tha Cool album review

Baby Bash/Baby Beesh - On Tha Cool showcased the more gangsta and street savvy side of Baby Bash that is and was rarely seen. His gangsta and street savvy side is prevalent on songs such as Posted Up and Vamanos. Seeing his gangsta side is quite different than seeing his usual laid back marijuana smoking demeanor. There are the obligatory weed smoking songs such as Hydro Luv because this is a Baby Bash album.


Vamanos showcased the more gangsta and street savvy side of Baby Bash that is and was rarely seen. Spanish rap and Latin rap meet gangsta rap on Vamanos. The song was a Spanglish rap song is a sense.

Shoot Baby Bash some work and he will shoot you some getback. So you can say,  "Baby Bash, yeah, he did that" That's on his buds. He always paid all his fronts. He don't fuck with no scary punks because loose lips ain't chips in the barrio. Sometimes the grind seems like a party though. On the turf. On the block. In the cut. Block monsters don't give a fuck, bro. Stay on your toes when you in the black market.

And he don't even know who be workin' for the piggies. Everybody turns in snitches and they don't give a damn 'bout the repercussions. He lost 6 homies and about 12 cousins. Some from LA and some from Bakersfield. Some from the Bay and some from Mackaville. You VAMONOS! when…When the cops hit your block, boy. When the heat touch your street, boy. Hit the task on your ass, boy.


Posted Up explained how Baby Bash is just posted up on the block just marinating and relaxing.

Baby Bash is on that PS2 because there ain't nothin to do. He is marinatin' with his folks. Jay Tee is smashin' the crew. Baby Bash is kickin' back. Just chillin', mayne. Barbecuing You never know. Some cool heinas might slide by. They in the neighborhood and love to get way high. And if his cousin brings a crew, then it's over. They all fine as fuck. And they all blow big doja. His other line just beeped. And if you come through, stop and get him some sweets. Baby Bash is just posted up on the block just marinating.

You never what's next when you are at his place. You could be watching Sports Center or playing some bones. The AC is turned up. So it's nice and cool. But it's humid outside.

Baby Bash has got some brand new beats that Russell Lee just made and produced. He might write a song while he catches himself a fade with Hennessey, lemon squeeze and that cognac killer of course. There's nothing to a bossalini like Basherini. His other line just beeped. And if you come through, stop and get him some sweets.


Hydro Luv (Sexy Eyes) is the obligatory weed smoking song on the album. Baby Bash loves this woman. He will love her like her like some chronic smoke. He plans to keep her in his life. The way she is leaving him is considerably cold. Her love is like hydro.

She got that sticky icky (marijuana). She got that bomb nana like that bong that be smokin'. Best believe it's true. Recognize for what the realness is. And that's fa sho. Baby Bash plans on giving the woman he loves some of that doja love.  He ain't scared to hold her hand out in public. It's like that purple kush when he hits it. He is feelin' her due to the way he smokes and chills with her.

5/5*****!

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Q. Allanz - Quindangered Species album review

Q. Allanz - Quindangered Species is a hardcore lyrical West Cost rap album from 2017 that got very much overlooked. But that’s ok since this is underground rap. The album has woke songs with heavy signs of consciousness such as World So Cold, Last NigHt, and Quindangered Species. World So Cold and Last NigHt are the highlights of this album.


World So Cold is one of those woke underground rap songs which sheds light on injustice, politics, police brutality, and racism. The song exposed cruelties of our cold world.

Jay Dee Tha 1 steps into the mic and lets the story be told during Verse 1. You think it's going good, but it ain't right. People worry about likes but they will never understand The bigger plan, the plot and the bigger picture. They will never understand their reality overall. Better open that book and get the reading scriptures. Cops killing kids and innocent people in these streets. Klan having rallies but they justifying the white sheets. Houston went under water. The president didn’t give a fuck. His first message to them was tell them good luck. I wish Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr. were here because we really need them. Sit these niggas down, feed them and really teach them freedom, the laws, the cause, and remember your actions. The storm's right in front of us but we blinded by distractions.

Everyday it's hard trying to walk a straight line when you're on a curve. Or trying to ride your own lane because sucker wanna make you swerve. The game's dirty. Every moment is like you're getting served. It's cold out here.

Power to the people. The people have the power to overcome any obstacle we might encounter. And fuck the president and his racist rhetoric. It's best to stay alert because your so called friends aregoing through your ladies purse as they put the money first with no respect. That same nigga from your set. Look, it's cold out here.

2Gz dissed former US president Donald Trump for his corrupt and racist rhetoric at the beginning of Verse 2. Mind you this song was written in 2016 and released in 2017. “Power to the people, to the people have the power/To overcome any obstacle we might encounter/Fuck the police, they ain't ever brought us peace/And fuck the president and his racist rhetoric/Ol' pompous prick, I still stand triumphant”

Q. Allanz has seen it all from selling pills to the crack pipes. Q. Allanz has seen it all from staying in the streets everyday and living the fast life. Heeven got into a shoot-out with some enemies last night. His world keeps getting darker. It's hard to smile when your heart goes black. He is trying to keep his composure but the bottle keeps getting empty.

These lyrics exposed racism, injustice, and police brutality.

You think it's going good, but it ain't right
Pressure breaks pipes, but it creates a man
They worry about likes, they will never understand
The bigger plan, the plot and the bigger picture
Better open that book and get the reading scriptures
Cops killing kids and innocent people in these streets
Klan having rallies but they justifying the white sheets
Houston went under water, president give a fucc
His first message to them was tell 'em good lucc
I wish Malcolm and Martin was here 'cuz we really need 'em
Sit these niggas down, feed 'em and really teach 'em
The freedom, the laws, the cause and remember your actions
The storm's right in front of us, we blinded by distractions

Power to the people, to the people have the power
To overcome any obstacle we might encounter
Fuck the police, they ain't ever brought us peace

Everyday it's hard, trying to walk a straight line when you're on a curve
Or trying to ride your own lane 'cuz succas wanna make you swerve
The game's dirty, every moments like you're getting served
I guess it's time to pull the mask down and purge
Because it's cold out here (it's cold out here)
It's cold out here (it's cold out here)
Homie, it's cold out here (honey, it's cold out here)
Hour after hour, month after month, year after year

These were the quotable lyrics that were used in the song.

2Gz in a buccet, fucc it
Pull up on the precinct and bucc it, fucc it

Fuck Uncle Sam, I ain't changing my grammar
And tell the judge he can drink piss with Lipton tea before he slams the hammer

Mentally, I'm trying to cure these unmarked scars
And keep a low profile around these unmarked cars
Nowadays, you can't tell who's around you wearing a wire

The song also uses some dark one-liners.

'Cuz I know the words to Cop Killer, but I don't know the Star Spangled Banner
It's hard to smile when your heart goes black
And tell the judge he can drink piss with Lipton tea before he slams the hammer
Ol' pompous prick, I still stand triumphant


Q. Allanz explains how things go down in the hood on his song Last NigHt. The first thing that comes to your mind when you think about the hood is drama and wickedness due to misunderstanding, misconception, and ignorance. The hood ain’t nothing nice.

The first thing that comes to your mind when you think about the hood is drama and wickedness due to misunderstanding, misconception, and ignorance. The hood ain't nothing like some dominoes, pool, or some dice. But every now and then, the reallas like to move under the light. It's druggies night out. So you know what that means. Everyone's splashed from head to toe and the old schools is looking clean.

It don't matter if it's Jheri curls, braided, or nappy. Fades, waves, or relaxers. When the night comes the hood’s gonna get it craccin'. Be ready for action from indoors to the parking lot.

Q. Allanz has got his eye on that one girl right at the bar. If her love is like kickboxing, then he is willing to spar. Women are staring at his clique. They know who they are. Homies up in the club ain't bench warmers, bruh. They all stars. The essence is excellent. The room is smelling like Hennessy and cinnamon. They’re gonna do the nasty things that they did last night. That's right. Come and dip with gangsters.

Q. Allanz is at the spot feeling good. Something like a mechanic. These haters be causing depression. Try it if you wanna. You gonna be the first counting your blessings. But he didn't come here for no ruckus or no drama. He’s just trying to find some propers to get naked in the sauna. The mixologist got him off the Gin and the tonic. Dirty thoughts that he’s thinking are going off while he is speaking. And ladies, if you got some extra friends, then send them in.

They just love it when the sun sets. From Jefferson Street to Figueroa Street, it feels like the Caribbean. Nothing but good vibes around. Who doesn't want those days? So hit the dance floor and keep the radio on play. Thought you seen it all. Well you ain't seen nothing yet. It's finna get just as hot as the summer gets.

5/5*****!