Just like African Americans doing Morris dancing - funny and stupid. Doesn't mean they shouldn't do it, but it looks like a joke.
Well yeh, I might be a smartass, however I'm not a racist and I'm getting pretty fucked off about being called one, especially by some white dick.
Hey man, you can be white and identify with Ngati Porou, that's cool. NZ is a culturally confused place. I'd be the last person to critisise a white person who indentifies strongly with a Maori tribe.
Ummm, why didn't you say you were Ngati Porou when I asked you before?
Huh? this is weird. At least I'm clear about my ethnicity. You keep going on about it's what's inside that counts, so as far as I'm concerned your a confused whitey that has the dingbat balls to call a brown person a racist. You need to sit down and have a hard think about who you are.
Spoken like a true whitey - quite a lot of the time the pigmentation 'inside' the skin does count. Being white, you wouldn't really know that would you?
Aw shux, thanks Dalex. Now I've fessed up about my ethnicity, perhaps you could tell us about yours.
I could be wrong, and forgive me if I am, but I'm starting to build a mental picture of you: male, pale skin, baseball cap, clothes manufactured by third world slaves, weird hand and finger gesticulations when you talk..
Am I getting close? or are you brown like your icon?
Racist? yikes. My skin could be a bit browner I guess, considering my Dad is New Caladonian (or he was last time I checked my birth certificate) and my mum is the whitest of the milky white. You get the idea, half brown half .I reckon some of the racist shit I’ve had to put up disqualifies me from being racist (against brown people anyway).
What exactly did I say that was racist anyway?
With the exception of Cocoa Solid, NZ hip hop appears to have gone cold and stopped breathing.
Cocoa Solid remain alive because they they are funny, irreverent, mixed gender and original - words that can't be applied to any NZ other hip hop group that I can think of, can you?
No more middle class white boys/men in puffy jackets that look in the mirror, and for some wierd reason, don't see Ali G staring back.
No more tiring South Auckland rap stars trying to push their boring earnest stories form the mean streets of Onehunga.
No more vomit inducing rap fusion, especially where Wellington BBQ reggae musicians hook up with some gangsters from the housing projects up in AK.
No more wierd handshakes.
No more taxpayer funded videos made on New York fire escapes and tenement steps.
No more awful cross-over groups like Breaks Co-op, ever ever ever ever again.
No more half-hearted booty shaking women in NZ hip hop music videos that actually seem quite embarrassed.
That's hardly a revelation - but The Black Seeds are much worse, do they qualify as BBQ reggae?
And that terrible Cuban collaboration album - elevator music with some deep lyrics, hideous.
I might be wrong (if I am I'm sorry) but did an moderator wipe my car magazine analogy post? Maybe I didn't hit add comment - it wasn't that great or anything, I just wondered how/why it disappeared.
Please own up if you did, and I'd like to know why.
When I first heard that album, I thought it was a total Brian Wilson rip-off. But there were a couple of songs with really good tunes and I kept listening. Later I saw them live and recently i overheard a track off their next album, which is the album that the overseas majors were after. That was my conversion, that second album track I heard (which incidentally sounds nothing like The Beach Boys) is fucking incredible.
Ryan is a Brian Wilson obsessive, and according to their press, the first album's similarity to Pet Sounds was pointed out to him a million times before it was released. I guess being a Brian Wilson obsessive isn't a particularly cool thing to be anymore, but who gives a fuck - I can think of heaps worse things to be emulating.
Hey weren't you the guy that said some Journey song was 'absolutely great'. I don't know dude, I'd have to find out more about your favourite music before I made some horrible judgement about your taste in music, but so far (to me anyway) you're really into Journey and Brian Wilson, and you're not into rural high school renderings of Pet Sounds. Fuck, if that album actually did sound like Wanganui High remaking Pet Sounds, YOU KNOW you would love it.
I might be wrong (if I am I'm sorry) but did an administrator wipe my car magazine analogy post? Maybe I didn't hit add comment - it wasn't that great or anything, I just wondered how/why it disappeared.
Please own up if you did, and I'd like to know why.
The Mojo review is pretty positive. Also their record company websites: Lilchief, Memphis Industries, Sub-pop and V2 all have pretty positive things to say about them.
I don't really get your point. Presumably, editors hire reviewers. Are you saying that magazines don't have any editorial control over the opinions expressed in reviews? Possibly with RIPITUP, but MOJO, I don't think so.
The Ryan McPhun and the Ruby Suns album got panned in RIP IT UP and was awarded 2 stars - yet the same album was given a glowing review in MOJO magazine and awarded 4 stars.
I know that reviews in the music press are always wildly different, but has RIP IT UP completely lost the plot now? I know it's been crappy for a long time, but it seems like this magazine is still waiting for Shihad to set the world on fire or something.
Maybe it's time for a new editor before it completely sinks into it's 90's rock quicksand.
Incidentally, I would write this to the RIPITIP letters to the editor page, but I've got a feeling they did away with this - a sure sign of a dead magazine.
0 comments? Phew... where do I start?
I'm new to this site - is it based in New Zealand? I can't believe The Cosbys have no comments. Anyway I'm the first, get on with it me.
The Cosbys are soulful, rockin', funny and cute and sometimes even thrilling. They have a radio announcer frontman, a crab drummer, and other cool members. They are good fun and clever. I would love for them to play at my house out in the bush on the West Coast of Auckland.
straight back at you. Goodbye.