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Hip Hop Revivalist’s In Brooklyn. The Rap Group Whose Doing It Right


You’ve been hearing the saying for the last decade: The very cringing attitude that Hip Hop is dead. Well if that is the case, it only makes that sooner or later a supreme group of undead glory would fall upon us to resurrect the dying genre and whisk us and our impure desires back into a portal of truth and understanding about the rap industry. Curdled into the society of East Coast New York has been a movement that has been going on for the better half of this decade. With talents such as ASAP MOB, Bodega Bamz, Action Bronzon, Joey Badass, Pro Era, The Underachievers and the late but untamed Capitol Steeze – The motion of unapologetic and roll-a-blunt-to-the-face antics that these artists have been shoving down our throats (whether we like it or not) has been the buzz all around and these boys may be the chosen ones to bring the hip hop crown back too the East. In a self given alias that pens all these artists to a super movement- BEASTCOAST is well and underway and are still making a statement. Deep in roots of New York cultural tropes and overused themes, these groups seem to step out further and beyond to restore and deliver faith back to the world of rap. There however, in this BEASTCOAST movement, is a 3 man army that stick out and deliver a harder punch than the rest. From the streets of Flatbush, Brooklyn is a breed of tomb raidin’ acid dappin’ pyscho-delic team of freaks of nature. Ladies and gentlemen, I am talking about The Flatbush Zombies.

The Hip Hop Trio consists of Meechy Darko AKA Count Rakula AKA The Baby of Rosemary’s baby AKA I AM NOT THE FATHA, possibly the unlabeled front man whose unmistakable voice and grimy cutthroat poetry drips through the speakers like venom or acid usual sets the town for these stellar tracks or he often wraps it up with banging hooks that are so catchy your ears might bleed and spew out coach roaches. The next in the show  is Zombie Jewice AKA ISAAC BLAZE. The Hippy Hardcore HypeMAN of the crew who will attack you with a burst of deathly energy but will also give you chills with a laidback highlight reel of pussy and weed. Jewice is a concoction of Easy E, whose influence is well used and treated appropriately, and a mix of a whole new breed completely. That is what i love about these guys. They sound like no other. Last in the group, BUT NEVER least. The man who creates the atmosphere, who brings life to their undead lyrics.. Eric Elliott AKA The Architect. The man who is often behind the scenes engineering the impeccable and one of a kind beats also puts his two cents on with often riveting and conspiracy ridden political barz. His intellect and social justice is monumental to this groups attitude.
In 2013 The released their project Better Off Dead. Hands down on of the best Hip Hop records and easily one of the most underrated in a long time. I am happy that they are not mainstream and selling out to corporations. These guys have been running their own merch and music page since they began. They are self made and nobody can stop them. Better Of Dead included nosebleeding headbutting hatred filled anthems such BIISS or LIVE FROM HELL and MRAZ . It share melodic masterpieces such as Palm Trees and G Tearz. The project even included catchy and energizing solos from each member (Jewice with MINEPHUCK.  Meech with GOD BLESS THE DEAD. ANd Arc with the impressive 222) 20+ tracks on this album and every single track is raw, well executed and purely genius.
After 3 long years with only a few singles from a scrapped EP entitled Day Of The Dead and a side project with NY friends and artists Underacheivers under the alias CLOCKWORK INDIGO it is safe to say that FBZ is back with their DEBUT album that will be released on Amazon, Itunes and there website The Glorious Dead. The new project 3001: A LACED ODYSSEY have already released a single called BOUNCE and that track alone will have all Flatbush fans and newcomers alike begging for more. In stores March 11 2016. I am more than happy to say they are back and are better than ever desired. I will be seeing them live in Spokane WA and yes there will be a blog and update on that. SO go check out these guys, if you are a fan of Hip Hop, you owe it to yourself.

THIS ARTICAL was written by Dillon Adair. The West coast Correspondent of IndieBall.     10436169_10208546934021158_6740777447227727336_n.jpg

Biopic, family, life, love, Soldier, tribute

My Brother and Idol Jason

From playing with G.i Joe’s to being the G.i Joe. This felt too cool to be true, as a little kid. His courage has been admirable. Now ten years later from his service we spend long nights, with long talks. Beers in hand, you name it.

I’m talking about my brother Jason. He’s fourteen years older than me. My sister Nicole is fifteen years older than me. Yeah crazy right? From the time he went off to Afghanistan in 2002, I didn’t know what was going on. Being my eight year old self I hadn’t distinguished everything that was happening. All I knew was that my brother was taking pride in his country at a time where we needed him the most. After a year since 9/11, his patriotism spoke more than words. Patriots winning the super bowl in 2001 was all that he needed to see to surmount his forthcoming march. It was always his desire to go into the service, it created a great deal of respect to him as a person.


Talking to him about his service these days is all about the good times with his mates, and how much of a different world it was like. Nothing like the hoo-rah, and violent “I’ll kill them all” mentality. It was more or less a look into another perspective with all of what’s around you. He has always been my role model, and we happily have fond memories, music, movies and fun times. Being at the age that I am now, 21. I find his words all so inspiring. Jason came back in 2005 after four strong years in the army.


Jason far left, me in the front, Grampy in the back, and my sister on the right.

Jason far left, me in the front, Grampy in the back, and my sister Nicole on the right.

I cannot thank him enough for his service, but let alone being my brother. His wisdom and mindset is all inspiring. We like to goof around, dress up, make silly movies, and just spend times being happy more than not.

His fondness for sports is all intriguing, we’d have games of trivia, and quiz each other on different player’s colleges, I’d ask something like, “What college did Drew Brees go to?” “Purdue” Jason would say, in an instant. He’d get me on some of the most obvious players, I might’ve stumped him once. If I’m lucky.

Jason’s taste in music and movies is great, and worth noting to this site as Movies Sports and Music With a Twist of Indie. He throws in some that sneaked beneath me. Jason is a cool cat, a strange cat he’d say, but nah. He’s a real bro, and certainly someone I look up to.

Boston Sports, tribute

The Birth of My Boston Fanhood

Living life as a ten year old, I was fully active playing with action figures and riding bikes in the dirt. I had not known much about sports until one day, when my grandfather moved in at the end of the year in 2003. He would sit down in his leather chair and flip through the channels night after night. One night he watched me while my mom was working.  The usual channel flipping with his cranberry and vodka drink. He decided to stop at the Red Sox game. It was the first time I cared to actually watch a game. “I thought hey why not?” I watched it more and more and just got further intrigued by the sport. I’d wonder to myself, “why I wasn’t already aware of baseball at this time?” “How could I have been clueless this long?”.

Of course I’d ask him questions, and just inquire fondly on the sport. Only player I remember was Pedro Martinez. This would go on for all sports as the seasons would go by. I would ask him questions and he would just feed me knowledge. All those long nights while my mom worked he would watch me, or I should say we would watch The Red Sox game.

It was our routine, our get together to talk about anything. Talk in between commercials of innings and fill my sport-less head of knowledge. I remember the Red Sox losing in 2003 to the god damn Yankees in a deciding seventh game. My first feeling of hate. If there were one thing I had wished I wish I had waited like the rest of those diehard Red Sox fans that say they waited over two decades to see them win it. Just to have the engrossing feeling to win it more than anything.

The entire 2004 season we would sit and watch every game and just get accustomed to the players we had from the previous seasons. The long flowing hair of Johnny Damon, Manny, Pedro, and of course Big Papi. We would cheer, we would jeer and tear. It was an emotional ride to say the least watching these games with my grandfather. The comeback The Red Sox made  in the playoffs against the Yankees from being down 3-0 in the series was one of the single greatest things I have ever seen in my entire life. I can pretty much say the same for my Grandfather. Just to know we watched that moment, someone watching their whole life, and here’s this new kid watching on a whim. I can’t imagine what he was thinking at the time.

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I still can’t forget the look on his face when I saw his reaction to a world series win. The first he’d ever seen in his 70 years at the time. 86 year curse and here I am watching them, and they win the whole damn thing. I feel like such a spoiled kid to see them win it 2 more times since then, honest and truly.

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The next 7 years I grew more and more to the game of baseball, and had a full collection of baseball cards. We would give each other sports trivia, but there was no beating him. He taught me the game of all the other sports too.  We’d watch all the other Boston titles as they got raised banner by banner, telling me, “You got it good kid, I wish I saw all this when I was your age.”

It was until 2011 when my grandfather got sick, and found out he had cancer. I remember it was the first day of Spring, at 6 in the morning when he passed away. This was a trembling moment for me. After all he was the cornerstone of what I found my up most interest in. He showed me sports and the lifestyle of how it is as a Boston fan.

I can never thank him enough for really creating the bond of sports. I miss the casual conversations throughout the day to day basis. Sports became such a ritual for me that now whenever I watch a game I can’t help but think of my Grampy. Thank you and rest easy.