Chivas N Kream :: Q & Eh with local hip hop duo

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by Sheldon Birnie

Since the early 1990s, Winnipeg has boasted a prolific and diverse hip hop music scene. Today, that scene is still thriving. One crew that continues to perform and promote underground hip hop, with a bent towards enjoying the good things our cold, hard city has to offer is the Deafwish crew. In November, Deafwish’s Chivas & Kream dropped their latest album, Secret Ingredientz, at the Windsor. On NYE, Chivas Brother, aka Carter Hanke, and Kream, aka Aaron Karlson are performing alongside their rec hockey teammates in Clipwing and Propagandhi at the most sought after NYE event of the year. Chivas & Kream, “just two guys from Dauphin who got together and started doing music,” sat down with Stylus over a few pints at the Toad recently to talk hip hop, skateboarding, booze, and hockey. Here’s a little taste of those ingredientz. Continue reading “Chivas N Kream :: Q & Eh with local hip hop duo”

NONSTOPHIPHOP – What ever happened to the hip hop duo?

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by Harrison Samphir

 

“It takes two to make a thing go right / It takes two to make it out of sight / Hit it!”

-Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock

If we take literally the adage “Hip Hop Is Dead,” what might rap’s epitaph look like? (I tend to imagine a large crypt sitting atop a hill somewhere in Queens.) Would it bemoan the cheapening of production methods in the late-1990s? Might it lament the decline of “conscious” lyricism and Afrocentricity through waves of commercialization after the new millennium? Should it outline, at least in partial detail, the changing image of the rap artist, now relegated to either solo or supergroup status? Continue reading “NONSTOPHIPHOP – What ever happened to the hip hop duo?”

The Party Dress :: Local swamp-rockers get spooky, scary on new 7”

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by Matt Williams

It’s just past five o’clock in The Party Dress jamspace on a chilly November Sunday, and Reuben Todd (guitar/vocals), Stefan Kroeker (drums), and Hart Koepke (bass) are relaxing beside a coffee table scattered with a colorful array of dead soldiers and full ashtrays. The walls are plastered with posters: a jolly roger, a velvet tiger, and my personal favourite, a cheap printout of a half-naked Brigitte Bardot. An old Budweiser pool table lamp hangs in the far side of the room. The heater is cranked up and it smells like the air is burning. Koepke just woke up. Continue reading “The Party Dress :: Local swamp-rockers get spooky, scary on new 7””