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The Correspondents - What’s Happened to Soho? EP review

The Correspondents - What’s Happened to Soho? was the London themed and New York City themed (NYC themed) electro swing EP that was released digitally at the end of 2011. The EP was a United States/United Kingdom fusion of electro swing and jazz. Half of the EP is filled with instrumentals.


Ground Floor was the swinging opener for the EP which had that upbeat electro swing sound backed by cymbals and cello bass. This was a perfect choice for the opener.

It's the old time blues over something new. A little bit of something before the fine drum few. Take your seats for the band to bloom. This designated starters all The Correspondents got to impress. You can be the judge if The Correspondents digress. Deviate, falter or make you wait. The Correspondents hope that they can satiate.


What’s Happened to Soho? expressed the British viewpoints on gentrification of the Soho neighborhood with a sense of hopelessness and loss as the locals are actually effected by gentrification. All whilst simultaneously being derogatory towards the locals effected by gentrification. Gentrification has intentionally raised and effectively priced “undesirable” tenants out of their homes. The song was an elegy to fringe culture being eroded by in cities. The singer explains why the loss of this culture feels worthy of mourning. He expresses his own anxieties of misplacement.

Soho is an area of London known for its thriving nightlife and the world famous theatres as a hub of alternative and lower-class culture and particularly infamous for sex work and for a strong LGBT+ community presence.

In the words of The London Times “Times have changed, and Soho is on the front line of London gentrification.” And according to the Telegraph “Soho, they seem to have decided, is to be turned into the kind of place that only American tourists in their mid-50s think is interesting or edgy.”

What's happened to Soho? Where will all the reprobates go? The landlords say your lease is up. The council says you are corrupt. Either way you got to go. To make way for a new Tesco. They sanitize and clean. Unpick it at the seam. Unravel and destroy decades of what has been. Wave goodbye to the whole damn scene.

People gathered around to watch as their small empire sinks. Now empty rooms resound with the memories of a million drinks. Then the brightest stars in the blackest night burn themselves out. So the subjects all take flight. It's over there can be no doubt. Soho is a parody of itself. Soho is a former shell of itself. Few frequenters there sit on the shelf. Regaling first-hand histories they did not even live. In every group, there's those that have nothing left to give.

Sharp con women that will throw your responses back in your face. Even the coy girls will put you back in your place. And a select few will defy our fashions and show you style. The wisest words will arise from an old rogue's wide smile. This is a place where no one cares about what you do. No one will ask. Just carry the conversation through.

The two lines “Either way you got to go/To make way for a new Tesco” concisely summarize the way in which gentrification can be dehumanizing to those effected by it. Chain stores such as Tesco take priority over already existing homes. “My gin soaked dream” encapsulates what Soho has previously represented to creatives.  He also poked fun at Tesco, landlords, and the council.

The singer includes himself in the group of “reprobates” that are being pushed out of Soho for the sake of gentrification despite the fact that he mocked them. The use of the word “reprobates” to refer to Soho’s former residents. “Reprobates” is a word that within the philosophy of Calvinism refers to people predestined not to live morally and therefore irredeemably destined for damnation.


Washington Square was a song about how Ian Bruce (Mr. Bruce) impresses a woman with his mating routine by showing her something no New Yorker will have ever seen. Washington Square was the New York City inspired electro swing song.

It's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. Just love the lust. You'll have the leap without the fall.

Ian Bruce (Mr. Bruce) admits to his flamboyance and distinctive sense of fashion in Verse 1. One can tell and understand his distinctive sense of fashion from the costumes he designs to his signature dancing. Your best friend asked if Mr. Bruce is straight or gay. He can understand the question when he dances this way. He confirms himself that he is straight.

Some other little something might be coming your way. A little while later and up you slide. Sipping on your drink. Mr. Bruce making moves on the side. He has got to impress her with his mating routine. He will show her something no New Yorker will have ever seen. So he pulls out the peacock knees of surprise. She laughs and tells him that he sprayed sweat in her eyes. She puts her hand on his back and says, “Wow, you're hot. You turn me on.”

The attraction between Mr. Bruce and her as clear as the ice melting in his glass. There was no need for questions to be asked. This is lust at first sight.

Mr. Bruce is in New York making out in the back of a cab. And she's giving him her body to taste, touch, and grab. He is fulfilling a cliché. Ticking a box. The city gliding past them block by block. He never ever wants this cliché to stop.

Knowing that skyscrapers rise above, he could have sworn he felt a crazy little surge of love. The love of lust directed at you. Do you feel the same way too? Please tell me that you do and we can love lust the whole night through. Mr. Bruce continues to make out at Washington Square.


Bad Ragsaw Boogie was about a professor losing on his Middle American tour within a dusty old town that he decides to explore. While exploring that dusty old town, he discovered and found a new toy called the bad ragsaw.

The professor was losing on his Middle American tour within a dusty old town that he decides to explore. While exploring that dusty old town, he discovered and found a new toy called the bad ragsaw.

He had broken down the door of his toolshed. And he'd rummage through his chairs, lamps, tools, and old bed. When he overturned the tables something shiny caught his eye. He knew he had to take it home although he couldn't say why. He had the bad ragsaw on display in the great exhibition with a ripped inside that said he had gone for a play. Hold the bad ragsaw and walk this way. Please hold the rad bag saw and walk this way.

Then a short, sharp squeal arose behind the screen. She arose with a smile. Tears welled up in her big brown eyes. "Well, quite the surprise." She said.

The woman said, "I must have seen at least 20 people disappear behind his screen. All of them were looking like the cats that got the cream. But most of them were crying as if they wish they'd never been. My god, I won't be able to have it as good again." People say, "Can you re-create the fear for me in any other way?" The woman said, "No, nothing can give you more than a boogie on the bad ragsaw"


Jive Man is a nu jazz style electro swing song backed by scruffy distorted male vocals and a horn driven ensemble. Half the song is instrumental and the other half uses lyrics. Basement is the instrumental closer of the EP.

5/5*****!!

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Emile Berliner - Whist! / The Bogie Man single review

Emile Berliner - Whist! / The Bogie Man is one of the earliest commercial phonograph records ever made in the history of music which dates back to the year of 1890. There are only 2 songs given this was a single. Not surprising given recording technology in the 1890s was primitive. This was spoken word spoken and sung in form of acappella. Emile Berliner says this single is full of fun and glee. Run from the bogie man. He'll catch you if he can. Now this record kickstarted the commercialization of sound recordings leading to the establishment of the music business as we know it today.

5/5*****!!

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Bobby Sherwood - Swingin' At The Semloh / Arkansas single review

Bobby Sherwood - Swingin' At The Semloh / Arkansas is a swingin' chamber jazz single from 1944 that was very much overlooked by the masses and general public alike. Chamber jazz meets swing jazz on this Bobby Sherwood single. Bobby had wrote those 2 songs while he was composing his own compositional pieces for his orchestra.

Bobby Sherwood was the Frank Sinatra of Chamber jazz music and Big Band jazz since he was a band leader in the 1940s. Bobby Sherwood was often overlooked by teenyboppers since they were more into Elvis, Buddy Holly, Quincy Jones, and The Impressions at the time. Bobby Sherwood never got the recognition he deserved basically.

Swingin' At The Semloh is a guitar classic laid out as a blueprint by Bobby Sherwood. Swingin' At The Semloh is real wild upbeat jazz. Bobby had wrote this song as his own original song while performing on an unamplified guitar. That was his own original idea for a song. Swingin' At The Semloh is a classic song for unamplified guitars to play to. In other words, it's a classic song for unamplified guitars as an original composition written by Bobby Sherwood.

Arkansas is another guitar classic laid out as a blueprint by Bobby Sherwood with real wild upbeat jazz over a chamber jazz soundscape. The guitar he used was an unamplified guitar.  

5/5*****!!

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王若琳 (Joanna Wang) - Joanna & 王若琳 album review

王若琳 (Joanna Wang) - Joanna & 王若琳 is a Norah Jones-esque styled jazz album from the “Norah Jones of Taiwan” better known as Joanna Wang (王若琳). Her quiet lush vocals make the album sound very soothing and calm but not too taciturn. Her voice is faint and distinctive on many of the songs she sings on. Unsurprisingly many of these songs are love songs.

3/5***!

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Various Artists - San Antone On The Map album review

Various Artists - San Antone On The Map marked the return of San Antonio rap legends Lil Ken, Liveola, and Kyle Lee in early 2022. All the rappers use some fire punchlines. The album showcased the best of their lyrical ability, hard punchlines, skills, and flows which their artists had to offer. Liveola and Lil Ken were raw with those hard ass punch lines! Liveola was breakin mics. The city of San Antonio needed this album. Lil Ken, Liveola, Kyle Lee, and SoSanAntone were making history with this album.


Liveola, Lil Ken, and Kyle Lee killed and wrecked that hoe on San Antone On Tha Map. Lil Ken definitely wrecked that hoe on this track. Liveola and Lil Ken’s verses were definitely some of the most hardest, aggressive, and versatile verses on San Antone On Tha Map. Classic shit from San Antonio. Classic shit from 3rd Degree. The only one who is missing from the song is Mark Gaboda. But the song is still brehsive. 12 Gs killed the beats with the production.

The lyrics used at the beginning of the song were pulled from the San Antonio rap classic 3rd Degree -  San Antone On Tha Map. Lil Ken started off the song with his verse with his lyrics which went as follows, “San Antone on tha map/No need for introduction/Trunk open and it sound like a live percussion” One thing is for sure is that Lil Ken has got bars for days and is the coldest.


Big Stompas is the 3rd Degree posse cut with Lil Ken, Liveola, Kyle Lee, and SoSanAntone. They got San Antonio feeling 2003 again. The city of San Antonio needed this fire ass song.

SoSanAntone was killing shit with his lyrics on Big Stompas. Fore example, “I’m So San Antone like Big Red and Barbacoa” Now Big Red and Barbacoa is a celebration of San Antonio’s staple where Mexican food is sold by food vendors each year. Big Red and Barbacoa is a yearly festival.

5/5*****!!

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Liveola - Southside Live EP review

Liveola - Southside Live is Liveola’s new EP for 2021. Liveola came hard with those hard ass punch lines. The EP showcased the best of Liveola’s lyrical ability, hard punchlines, skills, and flows. His verses were definitely some of the most hardest and aggressive. Liveola killed that hoe like always. Liveola is San Antonio's Freestyle King. Classic shit from San Antonio.

It’s 713 meets 210 on Trunk Wave with Houston rapper Big Pokey and San Antonio rapper Liveola. Liveola killed that hoe like always. Liveola was breakin mics with those hard ass punch lines. Big Pokey and Liveola rap over the Houston classic Big Moe - Mann!. Southside Live is the Northwest-South Side connection where Northwest San Antonio meets the South Side of San Antonio. You have Liveola representing the Northwest and Southside Hoodlum representing the South Side.

5/5*****!!

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Tweedy Bird Loc - 187 Ride By album review

Tweedy Bird Loc's album, 187 Ride By, was claimed to be one of the hardest albums of 1992 from the streets of Compton, California. The album had explicit dirty gangsta rap tracks from Tweedy Bird Loc and other guest artists. This is West Coast rap at its finest. Everything from freestyle sessions to diss tracks to battle raps can be heard all over his album. Posse cuts on the album include South Bronx Can’t Touch Compton, Stupid Shit, Murder One, Who's Makin Love, and Comin Out The Cage.

You have your politically charged pro-black tracks such as Takin Out The Judges, Black Court In Session, Compton Blocks, and My Dick Is Prejudiced. Unfortunately Tweedy Bird Loc gets super racist on songs such as My Dick Is Prejudiced Takin Out The Judges, Black Court In Session, Tweedy's Teed Off, 187 Ride By, Murder One, You Don't Hear Me Though, and Compton Blocks. Tweedy Bird Loc’s jaded racist views of the United States of America show on these tracks as racism is a reoccurring theme on many of his songs as he takes anti-white stance against white people. This album is no exception.  

There are diss tracks where Tweedy Bird Loc disses the fuck out of East Coast rappers and West Coast rappers alike both ways. Tweedy would regularly diss rappers from the Bronx. Not even singers were safe from being dissed by Tweedy Bird Loc. He even went out of his way to diss Michel’le. You have diss tracks such as What’s Really Goin’ On?, South Bronx Can’t Touch Compton, and A Hoe Is A Bitch.

There are some nonsensical comedic skits and interludes such as Fu'k Ya'll, A Punk Motha Fu'ka, Who's Makin Love, and Smoking Chronic. The number of interludes usually takes away from the quality of the album. However that is not the case with this album. This album is one of those rare instances where the interludes fit in appropriately before each song.



Tweedy Bird Loc dissed the fuck out of West Coast rappers and East Coast rappers alike on What’s Really Goin’ On? back in 1991. Not even singers were safe from being dissed by Tweedy Bird Loc. He even went out of his way to diss Michel’le. Tweedy Bird had a bone to pick and some ass to kick. So he decided to diss those he had a problem with. He was throwing shots at several artists throughout the track.

Now this song has some of the most hilarious and quotable lyrics ever. These are lyrics you will kick around and laugh about with your friends in your living room in a jovial manner.

I remember the days of old
When Yella and Dre was just like Prince wearin' pantyhose
Yo', fuck fiction, I’m telling the facts brothers
Yella and Dre is two gay mothafuckas
And Lonzo fucked 'em too when they was in the Wreckin' Cru
So they ate two cans of man and became niggas with attitudes
Dre, beat up on women like Dee
But I dare yo' punk ass to run up on me
'Cause I show you what's up
I'll treat you like a salad, and toss you the fuck up
And Yella, you need to go
'Cause you remind me of that bubblegum gangster Bazooka Joe

Go grab a shovel, 'cause ya nigga made a deal with the devil
You used to be a real McCoy
Until you came up and turned your back on your homeboys

It ain’t my fault that hoes'll get you for your riches
But you shouldn't have babies by twenty different bitches
I ain’t jealous, but bitch you gotta come home
But until then, let it be known what really goin' on?

Always talkin' kill this and kill that on the microphone
But couldn’t bust a grape with razor blade shoes on
Bitch, tell the world the truth for real
You ain’t gon' kill nothin', or let nothin' be killed!

I remember the days of old
When Yella and Dre was just like Prince wearin' pantyhose
Yo', fuck fiction, I’m telling the facts brothers
Yella and Dre is two gay mothafuckas

40 Gs in the hands of a white man
Trusted in him before you think about your own clan

And who the hell told you that you was a violent hero?
Take notes from me, bitch, you a zero!

Yeah, I fucked her, and I had fun
And no it wasn’t easier said than done

You used to be a real McCoy
Until you came up and turned your back on your homeboys

Always talkin' kill this and kill that on the microphone
But couldn’t bust a grape with razor blade shoes on

I remember the days of old
When Yella and Dre was just like Prince wearin' pantyhose

So now you need your ass wiped
Go call the doctor, 'cause you and Michel'le sound a like

And Yella, you need to go
'Cause you remind me of that bubblegum gangster Bazooka Joe

These were some of the most memorable one-liners he rapped which were quotable nonetheless.

Go grab a shovel, 'cause ya nigga made a deal with the devil
You sold out and now you straight fakin' it
'Cause an excuse is only good for the person who makes it
Jump in that Astro Van and take your ass back to the valley
And who the hell told you that you was a violent hero?
Take notes from me, bitch, you a zero!
Yo' ass a lie, you ain’t never did a killin'
Always talkin' kill this and kill that on the microphone
Ain’t that a bitch, punk, you ain’t a ruthless villain
Who'd you do a drive by on, a mothafuckin' mirage?
How many white hoes have you known to wear a Compton hat?


Murder One is a politically charged gangsta rap song where Tweedy Bird Loc is on a mission that's to kill several people for no apparent reason. Nini X (Bloody Mary) also raps on this crazy track. Funk meets gangsta rap and political rap on Murder One. The beats are bananas! Murder one on a sucker. Murder one on a punk motherfucker.

Tweedy Bird Loc is on a mission that's to kill. Niggas on a dick get off your knees and write your will. Make sure you leave everything to Tweedy Bird Loc. You thought that you were the real. He knew all along that you were faking it. Your path turned fatal when you got into Tweedy Bird Loc’s cage. What's waiting on his lap? That's the twelve gauge. Next time you'll think twice because Tweedy Bird Loc ain't nothing nice.

Tweedy planned to execute a plot to murder three different people. He found the house the three people were living in and executed them mafia style. Those three people were caught slipping off guard. These lyrics explained how Tweedy planned to execute a plot to murder three different people in the house they were living in.

When I'm paying dues, punk, you will be paying the price
Your fiddle is gonna cost yo ass, and rip on what I give ya
Not a damn thing to throw your ass in the river
Three motherfucking meditated, yeah I planned it
Found the house you lived in and the area outstanding
Mafia style, I caught you slipping
Told your ass to come with me, but then you started tripping
Pistol whip you in the head, beware cause my Glock is
Loaded, I control it, in a minute I'mma cock it
The bullet's in the chamber and this homie wants to meet ya
Sixteen shots down, what a way to greet ya
After all that, still complain I ain't heard of none
To me it's a misdemeanor, would've been to you murder one

Tweedy Bird Loc commits the act murder one with a gun on a man. His last wish was a fucking glass of water. It won't do him no dam good for his soul. It's finna come right back out but through the bullet hole. He tried to escape. When Tweedy caught him, he said, "I got you"

Point blank range aimed at his Adam's apple. He’ll shoot in the back or the side of the hit in front of his face. He’ll see Tweedy Bird Loc. Then he'll be dead. Then again Tweedy Bird Loc might start from the bottom. Straight elimination by the Tweedy Bird Loc. Murder in the first degree. Tweedy Bird Loc caught his most wanted from murder one.

Out goes the streetlight. "Pow! Pow! Pow!" Those were shots from Nini X’s .9 millimeter glock. A hood nor a mask can loose up her identity. A snitch and ass fool will soon be her enemy. And next on the list of a bitch getting fucked up. Talking all that bullshit. Get pumped up or get your head blown into pieces. This is just a warning and no motherfucker hard enough to seize this. Nini X will place the gat over your head. Then she will put a shell in your fucking brain. You better stop or you'll be dying.

Nini X’s mission is a little bit different from all the poo butts. Her goal is to exterminate the fucking Ku Klux Klan. Oh yeah She’s got a plan in effect with knowledge. So now you know that Nini X is real and on a level. What brings her much gore is killing blue eyed devils. Fuck the white man and his clan. And if she was dumb, she’d be in his courtroom. Nini X charged with murder one.

Nini X had the most memorable lyrics which made her verse in the song go crazy hard. She was militant on that political level.

[Verse 2: Nini X]
Out goes the streetlight "Pow! Pow! Pow!"
Bring shots from my nine that I know has the Glock
A hood nor a mask can loose up my identity
A snitch and ass fool will soon be my enemy
And next on the list of a bitch getting fucked up
Talking all that bullshit, fool quick, punked up
Or get your head blown into pieces
This is just a warning and no motherfucker hard enough to seize this
I'm down with the Tweedy Bird, quick and plain
I place the gat over your head I put a shell in your fucking brain
So here we go and now you know ain't no denying
Stepping up to the Glock, you better stop or you'll be dying
My mission is a little bit different from all the poo butts
My goal is to exterminate the fucking Ku Klux Klan
Oh yeah I got a plan in effect
With knowledge, I got knowledge never fearing death
So now you know that Nini X is real and on a level
What brings me much joy is killing blue eyed devils
Fuck the white man and his clan
And if I was dumb, I’d be in his courtroom
Nini X charged with murder one


Who’s Makin Love (Interlude) is a freestyle session where Underworld Connection (UWC) covers the 1968 soul hit Johnnie Taylor - Who's Making Love in a comedic manner. Sin Loc takes control of most of the session since he is the one rapping at the beginning.

[Sin Loc]
Tweedy Bird Loc in the mothafuckin' house! (Yeah!)
And we gettin' funky on this album, yo! (Yeah!)
Check this shit out! (Underworld Connection)
Who's makin' love to my own lady? (Who's makin' love to my own lady?)
While I'm out makin' love? (While I'm out makin' love?)
Sing it with me, dawg!
Who's makin' love to my own lady? (Who's makin' love to my own lady?)
While I'm out makin' love? (While I'm out makin' love?)
That shit is funky! (Yeah!)
I made love all night so [?] (Aye, I helped ya, haha)
Y'know what I'm sayin? (Yeah!)
And somebody was doin' my girl! (While you was out makin' love?)
Hell yeah! (Haha)
And I'm about to sing this mothafuckin' song right now
So fellas! Can y'all give me a hand? (Yeah, I can give you a hand)
In the course (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ready?

4/5****!

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Magic - On My Own album review

Magic - On My Own was ex-No Limit rapper Magic’s first album after leaving No Limit Records for a lack of attention and low album sales. This was Magic’s first attempt at paving his own success which did not work out for him at the end because the album charted at #97 on the BillBoard Charts and later fell down to #197 as some sources claim. Him leaving No Limit only worked for so long. But nevertheless Magic - On My Own is a solid decent effort. Magic is sick. You could feel the heat in the flow of his.

You can still feel the vibrance from his all out wild and eccentric personality and persona based on how he carries himself. You have your rough aggressive club anthems such as Tear it Up and Wilyn’. These are the songs of his that have such a vibrant and aggressive presence on the album.


Tear it Up was the all out wild and aggressive club anthem on the album that emulated the style of Bone Crusher, Fiend, and Three 6 Mafia.

Magic is popping pistols at random. When the smoke clears, he’ll be the only nigga standing. He won't leave a witness. You don't see the killa in his eyes with this fire arm sitting on his side? Magic has been patiently waiting for a victim to step out of the crowd. So he could prove why people label him wild.

This for my gangsta ass niggas in the club. Throw up your set, if you a mo'fucking thug. You got a thug nigga wit ya. I'm hoping you get the picture. We could tear this mo'fucking club up.

Magic is sick. You could feel the heat in the flow of his. You see the crowd start bucking. Magic ain't the one you should beef with. He’s a 9th Ward nigga and that ain't no secret. He’s used to capping the hood.


9th Ward was a song about his neighborhood known as 9th Ward which is located in New Orleans, Louisiana.

Magic is from the 9th Ward. He has been there since the day he was born. I bet you won't follow him across that canal where his niggas dwell. Every nigga down there remembers Magic. Nothin' really changed but his gold teeth. He is still that same nigga from Flood Street. Flood Street is a well known street in New Orleans that was once known for drugs, crime, and poverty.

Only difference now is that he don't sell dope no mo' because he is performing in shows. Shakin' off hoes and smoking on optimos. No matter millions or which ever the situation might come. He is 'bout them motherfucking thangs.

Magic shows us that he has not lost touch with his 9th Ward roots and has not forgotten where he came from with these lyrics.

You know you could take the nigga out the nine
But you can't take the nine out of nigga
Pulling capers is my nature
I'm addicted to making paper
Got my own way of living
Bitch I'm from the C-T-C
Where niggas roam around looking for beef
Killing for free
I take this ward shit to heart
It's tated on my arm
So me and my niggas never part
I keep you niggas in my mind
For every clucker that I serve
For every nigga that I shot
For every tourist that I robbed
To every god damn rock
For every cop that done chased me
To the bitches that hate me
What have you done for me lately
For every neighbor that was peeking at four o'clock in da morn
It never helped to lock me up
You could've left me alone
We learned to improvise on my block
Never had a ball
We played football wit' a concrete rock
Now picture that
I could never forget my mission
I'm a turn the nine into something bigger that yo' vision
Before I'm done the world'll scream

CTC stands for Cross That Canal and is reference to the Lower and Upper parts of the Ninth being separated by a bridge called Judge Seeber (now known as the Claiborne Bridge) in one area and The St. Claude Bridge.


4/5****!

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