Dylan Jones’ roundup of new music for people who listens to music!
Iggy Azalea Versus Azealia Banks. I know. Not again. I’m done with both of them to be honest. But it’s my duty to write about these things. I’m a cultural commentator. I tried to be a waiter for a bit but I kept getting fired, so I must proceed.
Now we all know these two are problematic. Azealia Banks pretends to be homophobic to get attention, and Iggy Azalea pretends to be black to get attention. I’m not sure what’s worse really. But they’ve both got new singles out, and surprisingly people seem to be giving them the time of day.
I am actually going back on my word here too. I pronounced that I would never speak of Azealia Banks again, when she tweeted that gay people deserve to be run over by a lorry. Although I did enjoy it when she called Perez Hilton a “messy faggot.” Because he is a messy faggot. Anyway, here we go. Let’s get this over with.
Iggy Azalea – Team
Now this, is actually really good. Vicious urban hooks and edgier lyrics harken back to her cool, fashion magazine days when she was more a hip alternative blonde girl from the ‘burbs, and less of a fucking twat. Some basic bitchery still manifests itself in the lyrics though. “Dutty wine”, “Jamaican club” and, astoundingly, “about to go ape, returning to the Congo.” Seriously, babe? Just no. Still, I’ll be playing it at the next house party. And then someone black will probably turn it off. Which would be totally understandable.
Azealia Banks – Slay Z
In true Azealia Banks style, her “comeback” this year, has entailed a court injuction for assault, several thousand angry tweets, and a mixtape/short album/concept/nobody actually knows what the fuck is going on. The mixtape is called Slay Z and the lead “single” from the “mixtape” (?) is Big Talk featuring Rick Ross. Rick Ross is famous for beating someone over the head with a gun. Big Talk is a good song. Well-produced, savvy, and modern, like all of Azealia Banks’ music actually. That’s the most frustrating thing about her, she consistently comes out with awesome material, and her talent is formidable, but she ruins it by behaving like a three-year-old on meth-amphetamines. Azealia, actually, I think you should just give up. Go work in a cheese shop in Norfolk or something and chill the fuck out.
(NB: Azealia Banks has six toes on the Slay Z mixtape album cover, no-one knows why. Probably for attention.)
