The Weekend Cult is on their old-timey video grind with a new vignette that appears to have been shot in the White Chapel section of London during the era of Jack the Ripper’s reign of terror. Or maybe Jay Eazy & that puppet are just creeping me out. Whatever it is, this video is in black & white so you know it’s classy. While no one has ever accused the Cult of being understated, I think this proves that they are men of discriminating tastefulness. They are the Lincoln Continental of the rap game.
In case you are unaware Macon Beatz is the white B.A. Baruckus. If it hadn’t been before, this was proven to the fullest on our recent trip to Tahoe when he drove the Weekend Cult’s already enfeebled tour vehicle, known to friends and aficionados alike as the Chicken Bus through disastrous, white-out blizzard conditions with broken windshield wipers. Enthusiastically proving man’s mastery over the elements, the environment itself & all manner of beast that walks or crawls within it, Macon opened the driver’s side door of the van, sans 4 wheel drive, and sojourned through the Donner Pass with one hand on the wheel & half of his body hanging out of the vehicle for better highway vision. All the while his camera in his left hand taking pictures of his own shit-storm eating grin. It was this harrowing journey that inspired Macon Beatz latest mixtape “The Ultimate Chicken Bus Mix”… Suck it nature.
Just when you thought the Weekend Cult’s repatriation to the east coast would slow him down the Archduke of new school psychedelia, Al Lover returns with new co- conspirators. The former guitarist & bassist of the late Bay Area indie-elctro trio Mist Giant have joined him to form Al Lover & the Haters, bringing you the ever-so-appropriately titled maxi-single “Ballin Chains & B-Movies”. The live instrumentation only adds to Al’s ongoing psyche-rock/boom-bap hybrid that he refers to as garage hop. If you need further clarification on the style of the music, please see the track listing. I believe song titles like “Peyote Spirit Quest” & “Summer Solstice Suicide” speak for themselves as something Dennis Hooper may have been listening to on his boat ride down the River Styx… So,I don’t know, maybe smoke some DMT and if you’re still functional enough to press buttons on a computer listen to some of this shit.
Subtlety… Nuance… Profundity… are words you are likely to never hear used in relation the music of QM and Pudge. Debauched, Ribald, Eighty sixed, these are terms more closely associated with the aforementioned artists and their body of work. Due to their fastidious commitment to drinking I can only conclude that the title “No SleEP” is reflective of the type of benders for which this album is the germane theme music. In that sense these two are deft master craftsmen in the art of excess, and in the play by play of it’s soundtrack QM & Pudge are the bastard Madden & Summerall of the party.
In an auspicious sea change signifying the end of an era, The Fist Fam is no more, it has ceased to be. But belching forth from the cashed ashes of the Fist, like some manner of unseemly, inebriate phoenix, comes Weekend Cult. Composed of a smarter, faster, stronger version of the exact same line up, this group is to the Fist Fam what The Six Million Dollar Man was to Steve Austin. This lofty claim is evidenced by the release of Weekend Cult’s first official body of work, a twelve song collection of the same name. Like many previous sects welcoming new members, easy entree is offered with the “name-your-own-price” option on the group’s bandcamp page, but buyer beware, there will be brainwash. Not since the fiery, apocalyptic ending of the Branch Davidians has a congregation been so hard to leave. You may have to call the Janet Reno & the ATF to get this music out of your head. Don’t take my word for it, feel free to peruse this review from Asheville’s Mountain X-press music chief Alli Marshall
Once you have become convinced by our formidable propaganda, follow the link below & become a devotee… feel free to earn a place of privilege in the Weekend Cult by donating $30 or more to the faith… or don’t, but remember the Chicken Bus only stops for the believers.
The master weirdo returns with a positive message for the kids. In my opinion this song edges out Gravediggers’ “1-800 Suicide” for best song on the subject since the soundtrack to the movie “Heathers”. It’s called “Suicide Is Played Out” and is produced by frequent collaborator & beat monster, G-Pek. This is the lead single off the coming album “In Case You Forgot” which is produced in it’s entirety by G-Pek. More importantly as you can tell in this vid Greedy Z is bringing back the coon-skin cap (R.I.P. Prince Marky-D’s tyrannical monopoly on that particular market). Suffice it to say, enjoyable on many levels.
Pardon our dust…
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