BY THE JAYSSSUS
Music bloggers are notorious for their unflagging desire to seek out new music genres and write about them on the Internet. Post-grime rockstep? Sure. Stoner dubhall? Why not? Tripwire? Of course. *snicker*
Now that i've joined this illustrious company, i bring you the newest of the new (to me): skeet-hop, as exemplified by the mighty Gazebow (sic) Unit. Made primarily by and for "white, aggressive, uneducated teenagers", skeet-hop takes the rage and discontent of the skeet'd class and sets it to, uhm, hip-hop. All the touchstones of skeet culture are present here: ATVs, smokes, homophobia, fighting and Timmies. This is the realest shi(zni)t you ever heard, son, pure lyrical science taking apart the daily struggle of living 10 minutes from the airport. Real recognize real.
Realness aside, this is pretty fucking funny. I can't quite make up my mind, though, as to whether this is some spot-on satire or a lazy, post-Trailer Park Boys piss-take on poverty and Newfoundland dialect. The lyrics occasionally drift into tired racism and sexism (which further begs the above question) and that's a bit much. Still, all misgivings aside, i've been called a faggot by folks exactly like this enough to get a chuckle out of it: "SKIDOO, SKIDOO".
MP3's available here. See the most recent entry.
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By the by, in case anyone a.) is familiar with the genus Skeet and b.) actually reads this thing, what exactly do skeets listen to nowadays? The preponderance of G-Unit sweats and Sean John hats leads me to suspect hip-hop, but when i was actually dealing with skeets on a day-to-day basis, metal was still king. It's an interesting inversion: normally music and subcultural identity are pretty intimately inter-mingled, but given the enormous power of the skeets, they've managed to transcend such historical limitations. They truly are a creature unto themselves.
SKEETS RULE OK.
Now that i've joined this illustrious company, i bring you the newest of the new (to me): skeet-hop, as exemplified by the mighty Gazebow (sic) Unit. Made primarily by and for "white, aggressive, uneducated teenagers", skeet-hop takes the rage and discontent of the skeet'd class and sets it to, uhm, hip-hop. All the touchstones of skeet culture are present here: ATVs, smokes, homophobia, fighting and Timmies. This is the realest shi(zni)t you ever heard, son, pure lyrical science taking apart the daily struggle of living 10 minutes from the airport. Real recognize real.
Realness aside, this is pretty fucking funny. I can't quite make up my mind, though, as to whether this is some spot-on satire or a lazy, post-Trailer Park Boys piss-take on poverty and Newfoundland dialect. The lyrics occasionally drift into tired racism and sexism (which further begs the above question) and that's a bit much. Still, all misgivings aside, i've been called a faggot by folks exactly like this enough to get a chuckle out of it: "SKIDOO, SKIDOO".
MP3's available here. See the most recent entry.
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By the by, in case anyone a.) is familiar with the genus Skeet and b.) actually reads this thing, what exactly do skeets listen to nowadays? The preponderance of G-Unit sweats and Sean John hats leads me to suspect hip-hop, but when i was actually dealing with skeets on a day-to-day basis, metal was still king. It's an interesting inversion: normally music and subcultural identity are pretty intimately inter-mingled, but given the enormous power of the skeets, they've managed to transcend such historical limitations. They truly are a creature unto themselves.
SKEETS RULE OK.