A sequel that’s faster, flashier and more bombastic than the original
Mos Def : Ms. Fat Booty vol.1
there's no name-calling sexist pay-off, no insecure macho condemnation of female sexuality, just a wounded narrator bewildered by a post-feminist world.
album, 'Black On Both Sides'. Over a slippery loop of honeyed soul vocals, he takes a familiar rap scenario and skews it sideways, detailing his smooth-talking seduction of a saucy laydee who proves too smart and independent to commit - she think she all that, as my old grandmother used to say back in the 'hood. So far so familiar, but there's no name-calling sexist pay-off, no insecure macho condemnation of female sexuality, just a wounded narrator
by a post-feminist world.
"Man, I'm smashing like an Idaho potato", laments Deffo. Me too, old bean, me too.
The sequel to Independence Day has been 20 years in the making, and it’s quite stupid but kinda fun
Minus Tom DeLonge, the pop-punk icons prove their worth on album seven
Mount returns both fearless and eccentric on bold new album
Bat For Lashes’ concept album about a wedding day tragedy is a spellbinding parable about relationship ideals