Category Archives: DIGGIN’ FOR GOLD
Recent digs from the Australian crates. Respect to all the true diggers out there getting’ them fingers dusty.
It ain’t no joke, we’ve been slackin’ here at Run Royal. This got me thinking tonight that maybe the blog is over.. Hell no! I don’t care what anyone else says, the boppin’ days ain’t over, lotsa guys still swinging… So what the fuck have we been upto?
Well, I can’t speak for everyone here but me, I’ve been busy the first quarter of ’17 re living my yout. I didn’t throw out my clothes and hit H&M for a new wardrobe or get a trendy ass haircut, I simply changed my way of thinking. The Peter Pan fantasy led me to living vicariously through myself, which sounds like alotta fun but in reality is a greater pain than squeezing a matchbox car out your sphincter. A week ago I prayed that one of my close friends would break up with his missus so I had an excuse to take a weeks long service leave and book two tickets to Thailand. I hear many people using a roller coaster ride as a metaphor for their current lifestyle. Mines been more like one of them epic wing suit jumps where the idiot pretending to fly narrowly misses trees, boulders and bridges; inevitably you can only go one way and that is down.
So after a disappointing third and final meeting with a Vice TV executive about my reality show idea called ‘Wave To The Grave’ – kinda like Mad Max meets the Hangover; life stooped to an all time low. Before you ask; yes, I tried the Costanza line “it’s a show about nothing” – they didn’t get it.. So what is ‘Wave To The Grave’? Well a wave is like water, in fact a wave is water growing and moving at a rapid rate; It’s all about adapting to your current environment and situation in any given moment. And a grave, well that’s where we all end up my friend.
I ain’t gonna play it down, this nuwave comes with great responsibility and a shit load of illegible iPhone notes, which is mostly made up of drunken mind diarrhoea and vague descriptions of vehicles I thought were following me at some point in time. During these last few months I got my heart broken once, had two blood tests (all good), locked myself out of my house three times and got rinsed at the casino four or five times but hey, who’s counting. I nearly od’d on md, had benders that led into bigger benders and many a night on the tiles. I found some dope new records in some very strange places, randomly picked up a milf during a fire evacuation and walked 2km’s with a B grade celebrity comedian; roasting him the whole way. I caught a snake in my living room which somehow escaped twice before I finally released it at a neighbouring suburb, had more Mondays off work then the 4 years prior combined all while making some great new friends and some vicious new enemies. Each of those adventures has an accompanying story worthy of biblical publication. But what does it all mean?
I guess you can say, we’re back! The plan is to re open the rehearsal room and get the band back together. Shit, we might even go all out and recruit some new troops. Aye Sarina Russo; paging all Saxamaphonists.
For now, I leave you with a song from the ‘Wave To The Grave’ soundtrack – the waviest compilation since brazzers teamed up with dat piff. This goes down best loud at 6am on a weekday, projected onto your living room wall with a fresh mojito in hand and a pair of novelty glasses on deck.
Merry Christmas everyone.
It’s been a big year and what better way to sign off than with a Chrimbus Funk & Soul Mix. Best thing is…it’s a free download. Hope y’all enjoy it and have a safe and happy Christmas & New Year.
The awesome people over at Dope Folks have just put up for free download a mix of 21 tracks from their catalogue to celebrate their 6 Year Anniversary.
Peep it here…
As the weekend approaches so too does another World Record Store Day. For many, it’s kind of like Valentine’s Day and other gimmick orientated days – why should we be told to show love on one day specifically, and not all year round? As many diggers are 365 and dedicated to finding that hidden gem in dusty crates, many do not subscribe to this day. Well, fuck that! I love it. It’s a great celebration of all things music, culture, independence and a kunt load of piss with good mates! Sounds dope to me!
So as many rush out to buy that 20th edition of Dilla’s Fuck Tha Police, Illmatic, Operation Doomsday & a slew of other re-re-re-releases, keep one thing in mind – it’s an ace day and a great excuse to see many friends in various spots throughout your city you may not have seen in a hot minute. Great live performances from MC’s, DJ’s & limited edition wax will be the flavour of the day. To all the diggers & hanger-on-ers, enjoy your day! I certainly will.
Here is a select few events happening in the Melbourne Hip Hop scene. For more info on your city hit this link…
Merry Christmas everyone!
Run Royal proudly presents it’s 1st official DJ Cut n Paste Mix just in time for Christmas. “The Royal Runners” (Chubba & Heata), have each produced a special Christmas Mix for your day & night shenanigans for the upcoming special day. Heavy on the Funk & Soul tip, the fellas have carefully hand selected tracks from their 45,LP,VHS & DVD collections to bring y’all a mix that reflects the kind of music they want people to hear come Christmas Day. Don’t except the obvious Mariah Buble Sinatra on Death Row played out tunes here. Way deeper than that. More Northern Pole & Funk than candy junk!
It’s a free download so click on the links below and enjoy what the fellas have constructed for the festive season. Much respect Fam and thank-you all for your continued support and interest in the Run Royal website.
“Northern Pole Pt.1” The A.M. Edition ( Heata )
“Northern Pole Pt.2” The P.M. Edition ( Chubba )
Thanks to Cath Pirret for the naming bits. Haha love it.
The Run Royal Family.
(Proof, Jake, Chubba & Heata)
I was first introduced to the sounds of Pelako through a friend who brought the ‘Green And Gold’ CD over to a place I was living at about a decade ago. It wasn’t until recently when I scored myself a copy that I had the opportunity to enjoy it to it’s full extent. That was about a month ago, its barely left the whip since and has supplied the perfect soundtrack to many crate diggin’ escapades already.
Green And Gold is a less known release from Victorian rapper/producer/deejay/digga Pelako AKA Tetro Gigolo. Written and produced entirely by Pelako, ‘Green And Gold’ is a true DIY album. As a bonus to the 17 tracks of diggin’ anthems, blaze songs, story tellers, funkdafied beats and chill skits ‘Green And Gold’ comes with a second disc jam packed with $2 digs mixed to your delight.
I could go on and on but to give you a better idea of what Pelako and Green And Gold is all about, here’s some words taken from the liner notes;
“Green n Gold was created after many countless hours watching test cricket, drinking and smoking and going to garage sales in the off season and sleeping on the three seater. After realizing that nothing was getting done, I decided to finally have a go at that hip hop album. Obviously MPC heavy, it is a vein attempt to re-coup some of the funds spent on stupid amounts of records.
The album is all sorts of programming, I tried to turn the quantize off most of the time, so some of the beats are loose. You sample anything with the MPC, and you’ll soon learn what good production is all about. This project is far from it. With no budget (I also quit my day job) my mate The Barman gave me the option of recording at his new studio, as long as he was bent 86% of the recording time. It is our first attempt at an album length, vocal and MPC based recording. I refer to him when I call out “We’ve got the Midas Touch” as I would give him absolute shit samples and he got them to a state of play. The Barman deserves a lot of credit to the finality of this project and future shizzy. The final edit is seventeen tracks of samples, MPC drum breaks, extended skits with Pelako vocals, toasting everything from getting money to not having any. Nothing is really resolved except: you don’t get out unless you put in, from a filthy sack to underground thugs. This is what is happening to all these cats in OZ Hip Hop. They are finally seeing some money. Many front on it, I encourage it. Get your FOLD RIGHT!!! If you are going to sell the project just make sure your getting scrilla. Go for gold!!! There is no sell out when bootlegging is rife.
Pelako the Tetro Gigolo is the alias I use to keep my green grocers anonymous. It’s a Melbourne thing. Those in Richmond will know what I’m on about. Sort of EURO. To obtain the role of Tetro Gigolo I started the project with one vice; which is most obvious through out the whole project. Most OZ hip hop has a huge reference to booze, but to keep above board I stored the booze until the final cut. With-out that hang over, I got the focus for finishing each track, and had the patience for the repetitiveness sequence programming. The cons of such heavy puff, is breath. But Tet G was steady rollin’. When you are hooked on an MPC, you tend to become a hermit, so by the time it came to pen the lyrics, I tossed up stuff that was all observed close to home. Weed talk, footy stuff, getting money, underworld stuff, record collecting, old school references. There is only so much you can rock a topic so I threw in skits and beats to break it up. Like a intermission to pack another. The intro and outro are deceptors, got you thinking it’s some North of the Yarra Hippie Rap. It’s more a calling sign to make sure your blazed.
It is Victorian and Librel based, with references to Kennet the Great, as heard in Green and Gold (Grown and Country). Fuck it, business first!!! But Green and Gold is reference to everyone who is asking themselves how are they getting money, and who are they doing it for? I know heaps of Vic cats getting scrilla from being famous graff artists. This is what it is about. Let’s floss these fools with all this money to burn. Fuck it, it’s owed to Victoria. Our Old School should get it first, and as an unknown there is no money in this shit. So why do it? Green or Gold, Crown or Country? I was never good at graff, I played footy, I didn’t break dance, I collected records and since I heard crews like AKA, DWC, Formulators, Mama’s Funk, and Prowla, I wanted to get this shit done. I threw out the TV and wrote raps about what I want from money and how others get it and what I have to do to get my fold right. Green and Gold is that document.”
Check the diggin’ anthem ‘GOLD RUSH’ below and ask yourself; are you doing it for the Green or Gold? Crown or Country?
I know, this shyts been done before on many a blog but upon revisiting last years Apollo Brown & Ras Kass’s classic, Blasphemy I picked up on a line that was a little pause worthy.
It got me thinking of a few others from the last few years off the top of my head of some classics we’d joke about on the reg back in school or when they dropped..Most of the time, and I use that term loosly (PAUSE), you obviously know what their trying to get but sometimes you can’t help but raise the eyebrow and think to yourself, didn’t his crew/collaborator, the producer/engineer or anyone else prior to the release pick up on the blatant homoerotic or suspect nature of the shit they were saying here!
There’s a fuckload more from way back and I could only imagine what these tight pant, molly dropping fucktards are yappin bout these days but here’s the Ras Kass one and a couple of others, plus one from your favorite rappers favorite rapper. I thought id throw in at a stretch for a laugh. All jokes and homo pokes aside there all killer tracks.
Rass Kass & Apollo Brown – Please Don’t Let Me
“Be careful who you let suck on your dick
That bitch might be a boy
I be frisking hoes in the club, I’m paranoid”
What kind of fucking clubs are you going to Razzy?
Fat Joe – John Blaze ft Nas, Big Pun, Jadakiss & Raekwon.
“whenever I see y’all Ima test ya, only cause I know that faggots respect pressure”
Jada’s no stranger to inadvertently spitting suspicious shit. This is one of those confusing moments.
Madlib & Freddie Gibbs – Real
“I stand on my two balls my dick and my ten toes”
Freddie gets at Yeezy on this but he also gets down on some strange BDSM shit by the sounds of it? That aint no regular game of twister G.
Canibus – 2nd Round K.O
“Well let me tell you something, you might got more cash than me, but you ain’t got the skills to eat a nigga’s ass like me”
Unforgettable. Even the name of the albums suss.
Roc Marciano – Raw Deal
“Mos yall rapper can toss my salad”
This whole album is classic but man Marc spits some brow raising shit..Let me tell you something, He aint asking rappers to come round and toss the Caesar dressing through the lettuce and croutons. If you don’t know what tossing the salad means then you should probably keep it that way. You don’t want that visual haha.
Extra mention to another line on the album “Yeah I’m a pampered dude, standing nude in the tanning room” smh.
Luniz – I got 5 on it
“I take sacks to the face, whenever I can”
I remember we paused on this hard back in high school. Obviously that volume of slang thesaurus never got passed around our parts. Numskull! what a fucking numskull. You get them sacks in the face, player….All day!
Raekwon – State of Grace
The Vatican Mixtape
“Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus”
I was actually looking for another track off this mixtape in which Rae openly states somewhere that he’s on some faggot or homo shit but I can’t find it!? Anyway, this was another cracker.
Nas – NY State of Mind
“I’m not the type of brother meant for you to start tessin, give me a Smif and Wessin’, I’ll have niggas undressing”
He couldn’t really finish it off with “I’ll take the chain up of your chest hair” either. “I’ll take chains up of your dresser” would have been a little more suitable maybe haha.
Attn Heata, link us all up with some of them obscure joints in ya stash!
Released: Sep/1984 – Brisbane, Australia
Label: A Records
Label Catalogue: SUN 0106
Artists: The Parameters
Yesterday, like most days I woke with an insatiable itch to search my city for records. The hunt usually starts by checking a few web pages and venturing out to thrift shops, bazaars, record stores and everything in between. I was browsing local classifieds on the internets and came across a post that read “small LP’s assorted – $2.50”. As every wax digga knows, no record can be left unturned so I clicked on the post and read through the names of five 7″ records on offer.
My attention was instantly caught by the name Herbie Hancock with his Future Shocking composition ‘Rockit’ among the singles for sale. However it was the last record on the list that had my head spinning like a Rock Steady breaker at Happy Warrior Playground. ‘The Parameters – Pig City/Material Possession’. An obscure, historical piece of local music that’s been high on my want list since the 750 Rebels dropped their song/video ‘Pig City’ and I was first enlightened of the story behind the title.
So, thinking it must be my lucky day I made the call but got nothing but a series of answerless rings. Dang! Maybe someone beat me to the punch? Within a few minutes of anxious pacing and second guessing a call back from the same number lit up my phone. I arranged a time to see the records for sale and shortly after an address came through via txt message.
I’m on a mutha fuckin mission..
The txt lead me to a back street in Hemmant out on Brisbane’s bayside, somewhere between suburbia and an industrial estate. I was welcomed by one of those long dirt driveways with overgrown vegetation making the house impossible to see from the road. It reminded me of a scene from the HBO series True Detective. My spidey sensors told me to park out on the main road and walk up the long drive so that if I went missing someone might remember my vehicle parked outside the dubious looking address. The house was exactly as my wild imagination had already painted; an old Queenslander with car parts and bric-a-brac covering the ground and front balcony. Thankfully the lady inhabiting the run down residence did not resemble a swamp person and we got straight down to business. She handed me a bunch of 45’s and walked me to where she was storing some LP’s I’d asked to peep. We had the standard ‘records are having a come back’ conversation and I walked away with one LP plus the Rockit and Pig City singles all for a galah and some change.
So what was all the fuss about? Check the song and super 8 footage to boot