Mr. Sanchez and the gang have set forth a respectably solid array of prog-metal bangers in a quintessential comic book manner. Welcome back, Amory Wars. Welcome home, Coheed and Cambria.
YSIV brims of fantastic flows and rap jabs that place Logic on the righteous path to rap-game royalty.
The long road to the 2019 Music Midtown Festival begins. However, before we say goodbye, here's a look back at a few wonderful memories created on this fantastic weekend in beautiful Atlanta.
Judas Priest continues to press on and produce good times. From Halford's quintessential vocals, to a "No Surrender" tribute to ill member Glenn Tipton, and every thing in between, Judas Priest are must watch live showmanship.
The Voodoo Music + Arts Experience is right around the corner. Here are our top seven must watch under-card acts.
All said and done, G-Eazy is a pop-rap virtuoso. The man commands the undivided attention of his mob and runs one heck of a spectacle. If sublime lighting, bitchin' graphics, and killer tunes sounds like your idea of a good time, then G-Eazy's Endless Summer Tour is just what the doctor ordered. G-Eazy is not only a star, but his beautiful thumping gala of fun is worth every damned penny.
Overall, Kamikaze is a decent album bordering on good. One thing is certain, Eminem has not lost a step on flow or punch. His rhymes are ridiculous and otherworldly, while his demeanor screams of confidence. Kamikaze is not Eminem's best album, but it is step up from the 3 Rs (Relapse, Recovery, and Revival) and that's a huge win for fans and rap alike.
Residente is a man of his people. A bonafide show-runner and quite the character. Whether the man has you gently waving your arms side-to-side to “Vuleta Al Mundo,” head-bobbing to his new material, or boogieing to classic “Atrevete-te-te,” Residente is a real deal virtuoso. An artist that works his crowd with several aces up his sleeve — and we are just happy to be there when he uses them.
Generally speaking, this was an evening of hip-hop bangers, crazy shenanigans, guest appearances, and a joint or two -- or hundreds and hundreds of them.
Mr. Jordan Terrell Carter had the crowd sweaty, hyped, and in beast-mode mentality. Be a showman's showman is the Carti mantra. The baby-faced rapper's pageantry is insane, loud, fun, and fucking full of blazin' beats and dope lyrics. Die lit, of course. Die fucking lit, indeed.
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