I met Shyvonne back in 2007 and have watched her pursuit of happiness unfold in front her eyes. Needless to say that I’ve kept my eye on her progress and watched as she left the corporate world to something that she was much more happier doing; singing. As I listen to her music, it reminds me that her personal style is a diverse as her music. Experimenting with a mesh of genres to form her own, Rock & Soulectro.
Her eclectic mix of thrift to sassy is an approach that led to work with Hell Bellz, Funky Fannys well as bring outfitted by the legendary fashion house Gucci for most of the singer’s live appearances, which matches the aesthetic of our readers.
Her do-it-yourself approach inevitably landed her backup slots for the likes of Estelle, Theophilus London, and Mickey Factz, opening up for Dwele at Spellman’s Homecoming concert, all before locking in her own string of dates that placed the singer in over 30 + headlining spots spanning from New York, Miami, London, and D.C. She also recorded an exclusive online promotion sneaker giant Converse for their 09 holiday campaign.
After infiltrating clubs and the consciousness of the young, progressive and exclusive, the song landed a deal with A-trak’s Fool’s Gold. Her yet-to-be titled debut (an EP, to be released March 2010) will guarantee a vast sounding body of work from the dancefloor jolts to your nervous system to the lover’s rock.
Without any further ado, Limité Magazine welcomes Shyvonne as one of our “Faces To Watch” in 2010.
Sex! There I said it. I had mind-numbing, sweaty, bed-shaking, hot sex. In fact, I did it in public in front of a packed room of strangers. I even tried to prepare myself for it by getting some extra rest the night before. But it just wasn’t enough. Right now I’m breathing heavy, there are beads of sweat running down my neck, I feel light-headed and I’m weak in the knees. I need a cigarette and I don’t even smoke! It was orgasmic, magical and unbelievable all at the same time. Now before you start jumping to conclusions, take your mind outta the gutter and away from your crotch. See I was at last night’s Them Crooked Vultures show at Roseland in NYC and this is the only way that I can begin to describe how I felt as I exited into the cold February night. (more…)
If my memory serves me right, this is Weezie’s first post on Limité (clap it up) and receiving the news about him serving 8 months in the pin on gun charges is disappointing, maybe this will get a chance for rappers to come up with good music on their own while Mr. Featured on Every Damn Song will be penning up verses alongside of another Hip-Hop champ. Anyway, being locked up certainly isn’t going to slow Wayne down as he’s definitely already got a bunch of material and plans for two albums by December, the upcoming No Ceilings mixtape from which this song came, plus whatever else he decides to record before his sentencing in February…and you know Drake will drown us while his boss is out of the office.
We noticed the group had started working on a different sound, adding “a girl from brooklyn” - this was the birth of Neon Indian. A completely different - more chilled out, psychedelic ( and dare I say, hypnotic ) sound (compared to Vega).
Neon Indian has been on tour for the past few weeks (& will be until Jan of 2010) - with their album “Psychic Chasms” debuting last Tuesday as a top 10 album in iTunes “electronic” category.
We wanted to give you something you couldn’t hear on the album; a remix of Au Revoir Simone’s “Another Likely Story”. Enjoy!
Another gem born out of a collabo of three of my favorite New York musicians, vocalists Peter Hadar, Theophilus London and producer Machinedrum. Thanks to my homie Law who put me on this freebie today! Also make sure to check out both Peter Hadar’s dope new site here and Theo’s This Charming Blog.
Fresh from the source, this dope remix by top UK producer Sasquatch of Crunc Tesla’s original VOODOO SOUND from his 2008 release “What’s Really Rad?” on Tigerbeat6/ Ekleroshock/ Luv Technologies has been on heavy rotation…intented for lucid dreaming stimulating flying experience to terrestial and outofspace jungles. Thanks for my fellow intergalactic bhakti Aeon for putting me on this!
“What’s Really Rad?” is a 23-minute kinetic energy burst along the lines of Outkast, The Pharcyde, Squarepusher, and even Harry Bellafonte. Acid basslines, gypsy organs and tweaked synths melt into grimy beats while creamy, rapid-fire lyrics flicker from dark to brilliant. The bipolar fusion of tones melds Middle Eastern melodies with dirty south drum kits, dancehall riddims and broke-beat glitchology.” The vocalists bombard from all angles, with MCs hailing from Jamaica, Baltimore, D.C., Atlanta and New York.” You can take a listen and download the album on amazon.
In a sea of hipsters, up and coming Pennsylvania based MC Courcy Magnus continues to swim upstream with vivid signs of progression. He demonstrates solid lyrical ability with realistic yet colorful topics. His newest releases Get Rich Quick and Cool Colors and are from the Dopest Shit Ever mixtape which is right now a solo project with production done by So Japan consisting of him and talented producer Atlanta Micky Park. Both Courcy Magnus and Micky Park remain unsigned but continue to put out decorative music. Contact them here and here.
After weeks of listening to Ernest Green aka Washed Out’s damp and romantic “Feel It All Around” as New York transitioned from near seasonal perfection to theater of oppressive humidity, Washed Out delivers something new to keep us cool, “Belong,” from his forthcomingHigh Times cassette release on Columbia, South Carolina’s Mirror Universe, and it’s even more coastal and muggy, bouncing along on Caribbean rhythm and what sounds like a rainstick from the mall.
Did we really wanna post this? Umm not quite sure but after finding this photo how could we not. Ross gave us the original track sometime in the early part of the summer and the hook is pretty catching so why not add this to the iPod and the next time you have the drop-top or the windows fully down and the air is slapping your eyelids, crank it up for the wifey, she’ll enjoy it.
True native New Yorkers and true Hip-Hop lovers said to themselves once over the last several years said “What the f**k is this trash on the radio?” and what that translated to is “Where is the real Hip-Hop?” which then goes to define the gents on this track. Releasing tracks to appease fans and smack a chump rapper every once in the a while to let you know that the Wu-Tang clan ain’t nothing to f**k with. Everyone sounds hyped to be recording this song, but no one more than Raekwon, who goes off on some crazy shit about being buried in Africa with whips and spears and diamonds. This is what these dudes excel at: give them a beat (in this case a very RZA-esque off-kilter jam produced by Dilla), throw a kung-fu sample at the beginning and and then let them rap aggressive stream of consciousness for five minutes.
