hoochie coochie, meanie-bo-beanie

Upon listening to this album, one observes an involuntary physiological response, akin to the visceral reactions humans exhibit towards certain auditory stimuli which, from an evolutionary standpoint, are deemed hazardous and thus avoided for survival. The experience elicited by each note and melody transcends mere aesthetic preference, invoking a profound and almost primal reaction. This suggests that, to some extent, the auditory experience of this album activates a survival mechanism, serving as a reminder of the intrinsic human imperative to safeguard oneself against elements that fundamentally clash with one's natural inclinations.

Funky Fridayyy

The voice initially piqued my interest, but boredom soon found a new friend.

The album's got a smooth flow like a musical, 꿀떡꿀떡 들썩들썩 on the ears

woah, where are the sounds coming from?

The only thing that sticks out to me is some kettle sound, but thanks for getting me back into Marvin

This album is a literary masterpiece. I adore the poet in Duckworth. It narrates the intricate journey to self-love through the life cycle of the caterpillar, the cocoon, and the butterfly, capturing the complex dynamics between humans and their environments – a theme that is both cohesive and inspiring. “The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it In order to protect itself from this mad city While consuming its environment The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him But praises the butterfly The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness And the beauty within the caterpillar But having a harsh outlook on life The caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits Already surrounded by this mad city The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon Which institutionalizes him He can no longer see past his own thoughts He's trapped When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city The result? Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations That the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different They are one and the same"

a big band led by a piano? heck yeah!

Man, man in the mirror, the baddest banger of them all

It's fairly entertaining. Idk, maybe it's his name. I'm more into the 90s vibes.

Grooved through New York's winter wonderland with Michael Jackson. Happy holiday vibes in every step!

Took a nosedive from Milky Cereal even though the bar wasn't set high from the get-go.

Classic carols wrapped up my Christmas on a nyc train ride back home.

Listening to this album was like catching "The Sixth Sense" two decades late. Its pioneering role in gangster rap, much like the film's iconic twist in cinema, is undeniable. Yet, its sound doesn't pack the same hard-hitting punch for my drama-seeking ears tuned to today's more intense, heavier beats, EXCEPT FOR BODY COUNT.

It’s Ella’s pure, clear, yet delicate voice for me that makes her forever my top girlie.

Songs like ”Faithful“ take me to the moon and back.

Cool!

Me and Emma vibed to funk in a museum-like home. Glad I saved it for a post-holiday treat with the sweetest girl by my side.

lounge music for normies

king of baby makers fr fr

Piano joint, piano joint, piano joint... I usually go for anything with piano, but this is something else. "Looking out for something new It's the right time to give in The right time to lose To begin again Maybe win again All I want is to talk to you Turn me onto something true"

For those whose New Year’s resolution is to walk down the aisle.

Back to Jeff Beck - at least Truth had instrumentals.

This album is a great example of what I was signing up for with this project. I had a blast from start to finish.
 P.S. Oh, I love Stevie, too.

While I appreciate the artistry, I can't say the album hooked me.

Solid five stars for the rawness, underground scene, and massive childhood throwback - absolutely no bias ;) Reuniting with the gang hits different after shaping my life in NYC. Back in high school, I was a shy, goody-goody kid who found solace in gangster rap. It was my escape from reality, and I secretly let the lil gangster grow inside me hoping to reveal them to the world one day. Even now, I still see myself as a cowardly boi who is scared of many things. Yet, that little gangster homie brought me all the way to this city and drove me to breathe new life into my existence. I've been a rebel in my own ways, and I'm only gonna get braver from here!

I'm feeling lovey-dovey, moon bootsy, so I cannot vibe with his sadboi energy at the moment. But I bet Sinatra would be happy for my happiness hehe P.S. I wonder what Sinatra's "hey, what's up" would sound like

Hey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on? Love your brothers like Marvin does 🫰 P.S. +⭐️ for the Let's Get It On album

While I truly appreciate his musicianship, the connection I once felt to his music as a 10-year-old girl, who listened to his album religiously, just isn't the same anymore.

I'm snagging ⭐️ from Jeff Beck and handing it over to Jimmy. If this album were a summer hangout, I'd pitch my tent at this chicken shack and camp out all season.

Ray wraps me up in a feel-good, cozy embrace. Listening to this album with snow falling outside the window was a perfectly serene match.

Her voice is ever so strong, her music ever so vulnerable. I’m in awe and in pain at the same time whenever I listen to her. That’s why she speaks to my soul more than any other artist. P.S. I love you forever, Amy

This album is the epitome of music's core function: it invites you to be completely absorbed in the present, to navigate the depths of your emotions, and to resonate with the shared experience of others. It only took one poor-quality piano and one tireless trooper on stage to bring this masterpiece to life.

mildly satisfying

Happy to stay with you for 34 min and 4 sec, beyond that, I can't make any promises

I'd rather listen to Tank and the Bangas, but this is some interesting work nonetheless.

hoochie coochie, meanie-bo-beanie

Jeff Beck III killed me softly with his song, and now my teeth couldn't be any whiter and brighter.

We are friends.

I actually did listen to the album, but it slipped my mind completely. Guess that makes it a forgettably easy listen.

If you're Amy's favorite, you're my homie, too.

The rhythm can be just as prominent as the melodies.

The album didn't hit me as hard as I expected. This could be much like my tendency to gravitate towards coming-of-age films about boys growing up, likely because of the prevalence of male protagonists in this genre. Maybe my familiarity with male voices in rap has shaped what I vibe with.

Took me a while to get through the album because I had the first track on repeat.

Thoughts running through my head while listening to Scooby Snacks: “Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you?” “The famous, most groovy, Bellbottoms (Hu!) BELLBOTTOMS (HU!) Yeaaaahhh (HU!)” “B-a-b-y, Baby” P.S. Oh, I miss iPods.

Pleasing to the ears

The album itself wasn’t bad, but the timing just wasn’t right for me to fully appreciate it. Skipping its day left it weighing on my mind like unfinished homework

I mean I'm on this project with someone who introduced me to Coltrane :)

This album's kind of a wild ride, his voice is lowkey doing my head in.

Never thought it would bring back all the good ol' days with Mac from my SSX Tricky era.

It's like Dunkin's butter pecan swirl. Who can hate scientifically crafted artificiality?

This album would be for mi mandarina linda if I ever had one

Wu-Tang as a whole holds a unique spot in my heart. Yet, this album shows how talented they are individually as well as together.

The more cultured I am, the less I find myself drawn to Sinatra.

Bangin' bongos! Bongolicious beats and bongotastic rhythms, bravo!

It's like expecting cherry pie and ending up with red velvet. Like hoping for Friday night, but it's only Wednesday.

Mystical, enchanting tunes for a thin, sickly boy

Never knew that I must listen to one or more Common albums before I die

I finally did it.

funky, groovy, feel good disco

This album inspired the creation of the Berto Brothers: Big B & lil b

My abs favorite Stevie album ❤️

The Wu-Tang beat

It hits me differently now that I've watched "Do the Right Thing."

Missy Elliott 2 P.S. Missy Elliott album felt like homework.

When I was ready to say farewell, the album hit me with the most Paterson 'Farewell'

I really like Jay's voice

This album is right up my alley genre-wise, and has all the elements I like, but it's surprisingly just listenable.

I didn't need to know the hardline

gross gross music

Damn, she's got me convinced.

It's my cue to slip into a bikini, pop a straw into a coconut, and soak up the sunshine 😎 P.S. I heard mañana hehe

Lauryn and D'Angelo turn me into the melt-in-your-mouth type of butter.

언니... you're gold

Upon listening to this album, one observes an involuntary physiological response, akin to the visceral reactions humans exhibit towards certain auditory stimuli which, from an evolutionary standpoint, are deemed hazardous and thus avoided for survival. The experience elicited by each note and melody transcends mere aesthetic preference, invoking a profound and almost primal reaction. This suggests that, to some extent, the auditory experience of this album activates a survival mechanism, serving as a reminder of the intrinsic human imperative to safeguard oneself against elements that fundamentally clash with one's natural inclinations.

Every time I listen to this album, it brings me back to my choir era

Don't do this to me

A bit rough and messy, but enjoyed some beats

I liked the fact that the album was short and sweet.

2% 부족할 때

What it feels like to live in a shoebox in NYC.

FUNNNNNNN

I was more entertained by the features

Beautifully dreamy, sweet, and nostalgic, this is the mom vibe I want to have if I am one.

Otis is an instrument

I thought I could be boys with white dads through Eric Clapton...

timeless classic

girl 🤦‍♀️

For hipster block parties in the Bronx back in 80s I guess?

Adequately chill and funky

A big thank you for such a lovely and enjoyable journey throughout the entire album 😊