Bil Basmala (formerly known as Autolect) came in hard this year with his four volume Nobody Beats series...he asked me to take the slew of funky, soutronica, neo-hop, authentically deep tracks and create a best of in my usual style. (Meaning lay samples all over the place.) Peep it out and get the upcoming Nobody Beats box set of all five volumes when it drops. You can cop the mix chopped into tracks here, if like that Some Like It Hot sample bugs you or something.
Wake Up / Shots / Prophet (vs. Jeru Tha Damaja) / Vortex / Measure / Yesterday (vs. Jack Lemmon & Joe E. Brown) / Floating Lazarus (vs. Malcolm X) / Time Lapse / Nice / Miles A Head (vs. Miles Davis)
Sort of hosted by Gary Farmer and Johnny Depp.
This is the (mostly) instrumental volume, giving you the full taste of Auto's power behind the boards. It will seep into your bones. Dusty bootsteps on cracked pavements.
Prize (vs. Derek Walcott) / Non Other (vocal) / Psycosis / The Differance / Others / Circumvent / Live / Supernova Combust / Shukem (elmattic loopstrumental) / Therapy (vs. Saul Williams) / Burnout (vs. Amiri Baraka) / Bb77 / Huh / Weekends / Collectors Choice / At One (vs. Ben Okri) / Evolve Or Die (vs. Langston Hughes)
I've been meaning to do a series on M.O.A.T.s-the most overlooked LPs and artists of all time. Not talking about ‘oh Black Moon is so underrated' or ‘oh Biz Markie is actually a very accomplished lyricist by Keatsian standards' but cats who are incredibly talented and so under the radar they're like those cyborg housefly Predator drones the C.I.A. wants to fly up Ahmadinejad's nose. At the top of the M.O.A.T. list was Autolect: the greatest MC/producer you never heard of.
So I felt mighty blessed when Autolect himself reached out to me. I'm amped to be the DJ Whoo Kid of the underground, but for reals there aren't many others I'd be this lucky to hook a mix up for. For one thing, not many have a catalog this deep-everytime people get wood over a new Jay Constipatica song I'm all baffled, because Autolect's been doing that since 2004 and has about literally 15 times as much material.
I've been feeling Autolect's stuff for about three years, and between Every Mans Universe and Between God And The Deep Blue I was no doubt finna collect every last track. This meant some Mickey Spillane isht to hunt him down under his different monikers-AHMM (Autolect & His Meltdown Movement), BSML77, Hasan and even that one record where he called himself Velox Nur (after his favorite housepaint and/or alien reptilian overlord).
The namechanges are a reason why you maybe haven't caught on to his genius yet. But in the mains it's because he's a true iconoclast. I don't do the whole bio-blazhay-he's-from-he's-influenced-by-blahzay; it don't really tell you nothing about the work, and the work speaks for itself. You want a logline? OK, imagine Butterfly or Jay Elecetcetera over Marcberg beats. If you like DDay One, Shabazz Palaces, Saul Williams (pre-rock star), Flying Lotus or RZA's Ghost Dog score, you are feeling Autolect.
The flow. Autolect doesn't really rap. He's not singing, he's not talking. I don't know what to call it. You just gotta listen. It's serious business. It has some Digable Planets flavor with a dash of Mos Def. It's spiritual in the real sense, not the patchouli-smelling PM Dawn sense. It's intelligent and conscious without being didactic or preaching.
The production. Dusty. Intricate loops and samples. It shimmers, not on some fairydust isht but like rain on concrete. Like neon through a tumbler of scotch on the rocks. Hard jazz, deep funk sounds, but taken so far and so deep from the source as to be absorbed and transformed. From some alternate reality where Dolphy and Mingus invented the MPC and jazz never ended, kept on going. Or some time traveler went back with a sampler and crafted some parachronistic Dendera light grooves, Bebop On The Edge of Forever.
So Autolect is being retired, as the man moves on to a new era of music under Bil Basmala. As per usual, he's got a huge slew of material lined up which is bound to be dope.
Autology both celebrates and closes the books on the Autolect era. What you got here is 13 of his greatest tracks with some interview snippets which give you a little taste of his larger thought.
Soon enough we're gonna drop a Volume Two to give a full flavor of his instrumental productions, but for now, sit back and marinate in this. Then pick your jaw up off the floor and hit his Bandcamp. Welcome to Autolect.
Doorks / Lubrication / Autio Therapy / Accepted / Shukem / Equation (feat. Nac One) / Define / Coco Cloe / Heavy Duty / Bridge The Gap / Levitate / iAM (acurate mix) / Antidote: Out Of Space (feat. Megan Davis)
The story of Wu-Tang is a lot like Brideshead Revisited, with Meth as the guy with the teddy bear and RZA as the other guy. Or maybe Raekwon as the guy with the teddy bear and Ghost as the other guy.
Or maybe the saga of the Clan is more like Enter the 36 Anna Kareninas. Or maybe the best way to describe the Clan's history is in their own idiom, something like: Pinot grigio your DeVito, the Black Ronald Reagan cold countin' peanuts in the crib.
Anyway, I been collecting Wu remixes for a while, got about 200 or so of 'em. What you realize is the Wu can go in over any type of beat: Chinese opera, 8-bit Nintendo, old school, dubstep, The Nutcracker...it really don't matter, they go in hard. This here is a mix of some rarities and remixes.
P.L.O. Style (Frankenstein Remix) / Apollo Kids (Raw Stiles Remix) / Real Shit (One of These Days Remix) / Astro (Lord Hakim Remix) / Verbal Intercourse pt. II (Kenzo Digital Remix) / Long Live (Mathematics Blend) / What's Happenin (Showoff Remix) / Real Estate Breaker (Tcha Blend) / Associated (Bronze Nazareth) / Rec The Party (Perfecta Remix) / Mystery of Chessboxin' (DJ Muggs Blend) / Pinky Ring (Magowl Remix) / Dirty & Stinkin' / Wu Banga 101 (Mathematics Remix) / All Flowers (Exclusive Mix) / Daytona 500 (Tom Caruana Remix) / Lyrical 44 / Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Q-Fish Remix) / Run (Problem Child Remix) / Those That's Bout It (Inna Blends Blend) / Publicity (Goodwill Projects Blend) / P.L.O. Style (Unknown Remix)
Beat Bop (1983) - w/K-Rob / Lecture (1987) - w/Shockdell / Equation (1989) - w/Material / Hisstory (1999) - w/Material / His Stories Crockery (2002) - w/New Flesh / My Horizon (2003) - from This Is What You Made Me / Sigma 1 (2004) - from Bi-Conicals of the Rammellzee / Beat Bop, Pt. 2 (2004) - w/Shockdell / Revelations Part 2 (2008) - w/Praxis / Uncommon freestyle (2007) / On Iconic Panzerism
Rammellzee, The RAMM:∑LL:Z∑∑, The Quantum Equation, The Gothic Futurist, Iconic Panzerist, The Master Alphabiter, King of the Garbage Gods, All-Around Crazy-Ass, moved from the material(ist) plane to one of pure graffiti on June 30.
Ramm started out as a graf writer and that informed everything he did. The late '70s, early '80s--there was nothing we'd call hip-hop. Just graffiti. When downtown came uptown he got down with the art scene. He was in the movie Wild Style and dropped "Beat Bop" with Schockdell and Basquiat. Over the years he moved between making strange records, making strange artwork, and making very strange costumes--Iron Man by way of the garbage can.
He was one of those autodidact, true original, is-he-genius-or-just-talking-shit types. Hip-hop's Sun Ra, George Clinton or Lee Scratch Perry, except his shit was too advanced to be as well-known and influential. Why not more famous? Well, the Museum of Modern Art owns some of his work, but in hip hop as usual the godfathers are left behind. He wasn't really that interested in making records, and I think he was too unironic, too ghetto and too out there for the Soho scene to big him up. I mean, wine and cheese gallery openings don't go well with homemade doll-head-covered Kabukitron outfits.
Kool Keith, K-The-I???, DJ Spooky, Killah Priest, Sir Menelik, Buck 65, Company Flow, Cannibal Ox, Super Chron Flight Brothers, Madlib, Lil B, Lil Wayne, all Anticon and Def Jux artists, and anyone who ever rapped about outer space, extreme/supreme mathematics, alien autopsies, Egyptian mythology, or any other kind of weird insane cryptic type shit, or rapped in highly coded messages of fractured language, all these people owe Rammellzee ten million dollars. Because he invented that shit in Nine. Teen. Eighty. Three.
MF Doom wears a mask? Rammellzee invented that shit. RZA stands for Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah? Rammellzee stands for RAM plus M for Magnitude, Sigma (Σ) the first summation operator, first L - longitude, second L - latitude, Z - z-bar, Σ, Σ - summation. I say it stands for: Rap's Ascended Master Mad Eloquent Lectures Landing Zone Earth Elevated. He legally changed his name to Rammellzee, for Christ's sake. Top that, P. Diddly Oodly. And Wacka Wocka Flame my ass.
Open Mike Eagle just dropped a nice LP called "Unapologetic Art Rap." R:L:Z invented unapologetic art rap in 1983. Open Mike Eagle owes him ten dollars.
The obits keep saying he 'influenced the Beastie Boys and Cypress Hill,' by which they mean Ram's 'Gangsta Duck' nasal rhyming style made it OK for B-Real and Ad-Rock to be all nasal. The Beastie Boys and Cypress Hill do not owe Ram ten dollars. Maybe five dollars.
When you first saw The Matrix and got your mind blown in 1999, Rammellzee just shrugged and said: 'Told you.'
While today's no-talent rappers cozy up to cognac executives, Rammellzee invented some 2083 shit. You best catch up.
This concise XLR8R review of his Bi-Conicals LP sums him up well:
Sometimes the album art says it all: some growling homeboy in a Beijing Opera mask, rainbow ski boots, with what appears to be a travel version of Connect Four dangling from his belt and, in the mirror, his opposite reflection. I don't know quite how it's happened, but Bi-Conicals sounds exactly like iconic hip-hopper Rammellzee looks--not quite insane, not quite clown. This album is full of gothic videogame hip-hop tunnel-scavengers that aren't quite demented enough to be truly fun, yet crazy enough as to be totally confusing to listen to.
Giovanni Marks sez: The dude was so far ahead of his time, no one even knew what it looked like when we all caught up to it.
Will Luckman sez: In a culture born of a desire for fame, RAMM∑LLZ∑∑ put on a mask and forced his way outside—transforming himself into a true god, an unseen force manipulating the world he dominated as he looked down from above, laughing.
He was one of those cats who dabbled in lots of media because the artform he specialized in hasn't been invented yet: a combo of graffitti, hip hop, sculpture, costumes, lectures, writing:
Q: Music or art? Which inspires you the most?
A: NEITHER ONE. ARCHITECTURE DOES. THE GOTHICS. I WOULD RIDE THE TRAINS TO CLARA BARTON’S IN BROOKLYN NEAR PROSPECT HEIGHTS & BOTANICAL GARDENS ON MY WAY FROM CUTTING SCHOOL, I WOULD CUT-OUT & TAKE D TRAIN & I WOULD HEAR A GUY NAMED DYNAMITE D ON THE MICROPHONE AS A CONDUCTOR OPENING & CLOSING THE DOORS. I DID NOT CALL THAT INSPIRATION BECAUSE I ALREADY KNEW HOW TO RHYME. I WAS JUST STUDYING THE DIFFERENT ROLLING PAGES ON THE TRANSIT SYSTEM. I CALL THEM ROLLING PAGES, THEY CALL THEM SNAKES.
A lot of the time rappers who act crazy and talk shit, it's just an act. There's no thinking behind it. This is why I got tired of Kool Keith a few records ago and, like I said earlier, get frustrated with DOOM. Rammellzee thought so much about grafitti and what it could mean, he sounded nuts, but he drops mad science if you listen. He keeps going until ends up at pure mathematics. It's hard to unpack it. The Iconic Treatise is as dense and insane and brilliant as P.K. Dick's Exegesis. The ideas about how language uses us, language's independence and domination, the need to free it from its own boundaries to reach enlightenment...these are all Burroughsian-like concepts in a wild style frame.
Q: You initially made your reputation in graffiti?
A: No, I was involved in gothic futurism and gothic text. Graffiti is a word that society placed on people it did not possibly understand. Before we could grow up and make our own determination of what technique or iconic statement we were doing, they decided - instead of saying we were abstract and have a whole society built on non complete information and these guys are about to scare the shit out of us with the biggest culture since futurism 10000 strong - to call us scribble, scrabble artists which is a contradiction right there. They called us something that eventually wiped us out.
So how does an all-city bomber end up in a handmade robot soundsystem suit making wildstyle Voltron skateboard sculptures? Graffiti emerged from the dead zone, the war zone of '70s New York. It was the disenfranchised taking back the trains. You take the trains, you take the city. They took the trains with their names, with letters. The alphabet became the weapon. The trains were the tanks. The terminology was already there--bombing, burning. So trains are 'rolling pages'--blank of writing, public transit papyrus.
My inspiration was my curiosity of why people wanted to write on trains, the biggest distribution gallery for any art form known to man...JESTER did what we should call now, the "signoverture." a letter with a harpoon on it. I based most of my style on that. I often wondered why JESTER armored the "letter" with a barbed arrow...
The letter music notes and weather notes that were done down there reached a point where you didn't need to kill a person. The piece itself became a weapon: the letter itself. So fame was the most interesting to take out. How do you know George Washington? You know him through a name. You shoot the letter on the train at the other name and it takes out that name. So therefore homeboy has no identity. Why should I kill him? He'll just be dead anyway because nobody will know who he is.
My style did not break away from any traditional art form of the illuminations. I just went further, did what people wouldn't. We all painted three dimensional letters. I just finished mines by building them. Those rolling pages in those wind tunnels showed everyone what to do. Those who chose to complete "that" competition of the five boroughs of New York City, had their reasons to finish or not their studies. Even if their studies were rolling at the speed of 35 miles per hour.
Wild style. Three-dimensional letters--illegible unless you're initiated. Coded language. Electricity straight down the third rail. These are also armored letters--protected from interpretation and exploitation. "The letter is armed to stop all the phony formations, lies, and tricknowlegies placed upon its structure..." as Ram put it, "...how a letter aerodynamically changes into a tank."
Rammellzee is a military function formation… I am ramming the knowledge to an elevation and I am understanding the knowledge behind the Zee. Since we are dealing with Roman letters, we have to go back to the day when the Romans were using the ram to break down doors. Our situation today is to break down a door of knowledge hidden behind society. We're going to work our way around it instead of breaking it straight up. Whereas before you'd be trying to break through and you would be on the bottom of the pile. We're talking about where graffiti originated, where hardcore war went down, with markers against markers and letters against letters. You think war is always shooting and beating everybody up, but no, we had the letters fight for us.
From there it gets even more obtuse. He started thinking about the connection between graf and illuminated manuscripts (gothic script). And he decided he was continuing the work of medieval monks whose illuminations were banned by the Catholic Church. Then he got into the idea that language is mathematics, and electromagnetic forces, and all this is preventing us from moving out into space...into Burroughs territory but also into Time Cube territory. But there was always a coded Afrofuturist agenda there, his Five Percenter past keeping it relevant.
In 2001 R:L:Z said:
We failed what could have been "our" culture. I went to the Puck Building (Guernsey's Auction) in June of the year 2000 and offered my services. Everyone who was anyone in this "subculture" had works for sale. No one sold, except for a few. I felt that the "culture" died right there. There was too much "mannerism" not enough "burner"!!! Our futurism! We should have only stuck to doing the "letter" and joined together to fight the light dwellers. but, we will always be Kings From the Dark Continent. The veins of this Gotham! Remember this the next level, as you said, is the third dimension. I hope.
Born in Far Rock, Away. He took the A train.
- Iconic Treatise Gothic Futurism
- 1988 Sleezy Blue Interview - Q: Why are you like this? A: I just told you I'm an insect.
- 2001 @149St interview
- 2004 article from The Wire by Greg Tate
- 2006 What You Write interview - I DON’T LIKE MUSIC. I JUST DO IT BECAUSE IT’S ANOTHER SCULPTURE TO ME. SOLID ROCK, I BREAK THINGS OFF, THE SOUND VIBRATES THE SCULPTURE & THEREFORE, I STAND THERE IN THE DIFFERENT ASPECTS OF ALPHAS BET.
- 2007 Uncommon Radio podcast
- 2008 Cocaine Blunts interview - I don’t really do music. I never ever really did music. I build tanks, I design letters to fly, I was building my dolls, building my masks.
- R.I.P. at Grand Good
- Noz on Ram in the Village Voice
- R.I.P. in 555 Enterprises
- R.I.P. at Impose
- R.I.P. at Uncommon Records
- R.I.P. by Jeff Weiss
- R.I.P. at Blogue w/lots of pics of his art
- Alpha's Bet video
- Targeting Battle Stations video
- Facebook Tribute Page (lots of rare photos/art)
- Canticle For Rip Cord Rex - Q: Are you going to see the new Transformers movie? A: I don’t need to see it. I am it. Why do I need to see me?
- NY Times obit - "He legally changed his name to Rammellzee — which he described as not a name but a mathematical equation — when he was younger, Mr. Ahearn said. As to the name he was born with, Mr. Ahearn said that he knew it but would keep it to himself, as his friend would have wanted. Ms. Zagari Rammellzee likewise declined to reveal it: “It is not to be told. That is forbidden.”"
- Rammellzee Invented Myspace in 1984
- Rammellzee on the Wicked Pedia
We lost one of the greats on April 19th. Guru had a voice like an oak barrel of Bushmill's lined with fine grade sandpaper. He wasn't bling, or gangsta, or mystical or polemical. He just dropped gems on our melons. He was a solid MC, and one of the best. He had a flow that (after the first few joints) became almost metronomic on the beat, but the lyrics were so dense and well-planned--the def(t) rhyme schemes, the hanging and internal rhymes--that combined with that voice made him a great MC. He also was a great storyteller, not something many MCs can do, and it's too bad he didn't do more of it.
Musicians' deaths always seem tragic, especially when they're young, but even when they haven't put out anything good for a while--because although they only cut the record once, every time we play it it's new again; every time we play it, we're back to the first time we listened to it. Music defeats time in a way other art does not. And because music is timeless and eternal, we infer immortality for musicians.
The Japanese regarded the Emperor as part of the godhead until after World War II, when MacArthur forced Hirohito to publicly abdicate his holy status. A line from a Yukio Mishima poem about this goes: How can the Emperor now simply be a man? So how can Guru be dead? Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is.
The story of hip-hop is the story of men becoming gods on the mic and the tables, gods becoming men, and sometimes dying. It's on some Greek tragedy shit. Mishima's suicide note, in its entirety, reads: Human life is limited, but I would like to live forever. Keith Elam is dead, but Guru lives forever. Step In The Arena and Hard To Earn will live forever, as long as we keep listening.
It seems pretty stupid to cut a Guru mix when Premier and so many other world-class DJs have dropped theirs, but I had to do it. It's part of the hip-hop grieving process for those who don't feel like wearing R.I.P. t-shirts.
The Planet / The Place Where We Dwell / 2 Deep / Soul / Check The Technique / Battle / Not Tryin' to Hear That (w/Prince Paul & Planet Asia) / Fed Up (Remix) (w/House of Pain) / DWYCK (Spinbad Blend) / Words I Manifest (Jazzy Jeff Mix) / Loungin' (w/Donald Byrd) / The Piece Maker (w/Tony Touch) / Where's Our Money?! (w/Biggest Gord) / What You Expected (Original) (w/DJ Honda) / Floor Chalk (Best Reprise) (w/Blue Sky Black Death & Chief Kamachi) / Tony Touch Freestyle / Behold (w/J-Love & Ric Nice) / The Meaning Of The Name / Looking Through Darkness (w/True Master) / Above The Clouds (w/Inspectah Deck) / Moment Of Truth / Mostly Tha Voice
DJ Premier Live from HeadQCourterz [via T.R.O.Y.]
Statik Selektah [via HHB]
Happy birthday, Johnny Cash.
Ring Of Fire - Z-Trip Remix / Folsom Prison Blues - Everlast / Walk The Line (Remix) - Snoop Dogg*
*(So bad it's good or just bad? Can't decide. Also can't think of a more mismatched pairing. Dolly Parton & Method Man? Nam June Paik & Eminem? I mean, even the Immanuel Kant vs. Dr Dre mashup I did one time made more sense than The Man In Black vs. The Doggfather.)
Anyway, nobody hates on Johnny Cash. He's just too cool.