Milwaukee Hip-Hop: Lucky Seven

First I need to rant for a second. So now that everyone is aware that I'm a female -- what the fuck makes you (yeah you) think that as a woman my opinions or feelings on hip-hop, scratch that, music in general is compromised or suspect? Ya know, if it's one thing I can't stand it's fake people. And it's funny...I know more fake dudes than chicks. If I don't like you, you'll know it. I'll come right out and tell you. And just because I don't like you doesn't always mean I won't respect you. I know how to be civil and respectful. If I choose not to be it's because you flipped the bitch switch. Bitch, this is my blog. It's how I feel and what I think. You don't matter. Fuck you.

-hops off soapbox-

Now. So last night I went to a show at G Daddy's BBC. It isn't your TYPICAL hip-hop venue but it works. Of course my favorites were in attendance. (Proph I'm stealin that shirt!) I missed the first two acts but I'm sure I didn't miss much. The crowd was diverse and I saw some new faces. That's ALWAYS a good thing. (Especially when they don't leave mid-show)

Now one group on particular caught my attention. I'd heard some of their stuff previously but I'd never seen them perform. They blew me away. They had N.E.R.D.-like energy with the boastfulness of a new-age Beastie Boys. They also aren't the typical Milwaukee rapper. Ya know...Blah blah blahing about money they haven't made, clothes they've never worn, cars they don't have, weed they don't smoke and broads they've never smashed let alone smelled her perfume. The flow was ill. The beats were some of the best I've heard in awhile. And everybody who isn't a hater was feelin it.

They are The Cranberry Show. They do not leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
















Just Listen. ~Soul