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Mexican Standoff Professor Murder and Uncle Murder wrestle it out in the streets of Brooklyn. From at least a cursory glance, all is well in Gotham; the Mets and Yankees are separate but equal, the explosive airborne bottles of Mountain Dew: Code Red have been momentarily avoided and everyone has generally fallen in line under the NYPD’s draconian assault on freedom of assembly. But beneath that Golden Krust exterior lies a beef patty of another mystery meat altogether. On the frontline of Brooklyn’s music scene is a raging struggle between combatants whose very names indicate the mortal severity of their hot-oil entanglement: Professor Murder and Uncle Murder. P-Murder, a quartet of tastefully shaggy indie-rockers who plucked their name from a rapper in a “Mr. Show” sketch, are armed with cowbells, wailing vocals, dub basslines and more cowbells. In the interest of full disclosure, their song “Champion” is a Loosie Compound Office classic. And we loved that they entitled a record “Cam’ron’s New Colour”. They’re like the perfect convergence of Pitchfork Media, Oxy Cottontail parties at Stereo, Japanese girls with De La Dunks, the Idiot-a-rod shopping cart slalom and drinking cans of beer on that rocky little pier off N. 5th or one of those streets. Yeah, all that good shit. Uncle Murder, a rapper hailing from the Cypress Hills Houses in East New York, boasts frequently that he has shot nine people (he poses this in distinct juxtaposition to the culture of victimization trumpeted by 50 Cent and his greasy lead-shellacked abdomen). On the Green Lantern-blended Say Uncle: Too Hard for Hip-Hop mixtape, Unca Murder demonstrates relentless consistency in threatening his listeners’ feeble existence; tracks include “I Shot the Sheriff”, “Murderer” (Part 1 & II), “Ride On My Enemies”, “Gun with a Body on It”. “We Gunnin” and the timeless classic “Shootin & Missin”, which taunts the cowardice of would-be assassins who fire at targets from a distance. After several listens, it becomes frighteningly apparent that we and those we hold dear only live because Uncle Murder has yet to kill us – or rather, that he has chosen not too. Also, a visit to Youtube will score you a clip of Uncle dissing Queens rappers while standing in the Queensbridge Projects and threatening a war against Harlem. Winner: Uncle Murder. Rub-a-dub melodies and funny song titles are no match for any man, woman, child or ice-grilled goldfish that emerges from East New York. Read more articles in Mexican Standoff » |
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