Tuesday, June 16, 2009

"Misogynistic, like a lean-back cholo, flipping switches."

The never ending search for free music that isn't wont to suck brings us (via time machine) to The Grammar Club and their album Bremelanotide.


We're sticking with the nerd theme with this nerd-core release and that basically means; White guys rapping nerd-centric lyrics over beats that are positively out of the realm of those actually creating them. And, while that may be true, what with a whole song centering around a professional wrestling career, these guys add a neat little twist to the mix, melody.

As in, Shael Riley can actually sing. (For proof, see Alternate Ending, the obligatory slow song of the album, but no less nerdy as it revolves around DVDs.) Though, at times, with the rapping, singing, beats, and riffs, the album can conjure up memories of Linkin Park (who?) and on such occasions it tends to send a shiver up my spine. Luckily, thanks to the complete lack of screaming and viciously somber emo(tive) lyrics, these moments are few and far between, and, if the drunken, collegiate memories of the rap-rock heydays cause you to wet your bed in a nightmare induced furor, rest easy my friend, for this album is nothing like that.

As stated above, the singer can sing, Beefy can rap, the beats are fantastic, and the rock aspect is used perfectly and only adds another great level to the songs. The best part (and the part the least like those rap-rockers) is the whole album is actually free. That's the part you all love to hear, because that usually means that no record companies are involved and you can finally lie to all your friends that you have a good, diverse taste in music.

You. Yeah, you. You're a liar.

Click here to download Bremelanotide

!Bonus!
(More Free Music)

The Adventures of Beef Thompson: Private Dick


The Adventures of Beef Thompson: In Space

forkbomb - The Ballad of Stacy Pia (Hell Yeahs Cover)

forkbomb - Brownie Points

For more information: Internet search engines can point you to plenty of remixes involving these artists. Use them.

You tell me this and this and this, and you tell me to try, try, try and all I can do is stare, and wonder why all your words suddenly start with "T".

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