Well, it seems kind of childish to try to muster any feelings of hate into this column when you're still trying to get your head around the news that John Peel has passed away.
When we were coming up, all our rapper friends were headwrap-clad Five Percenters who read The Final Call. Where did the hate go?
Is there anything cuter than two identical twin twelve-year-old girls who have a band together? And what if they perform folky versions of classic racist songs by bands like Skrewdriver and Rahowa?
I met one of the chief radical Muslim clerics in Londonistan, Sheik Mohammed Al-Massari.
"If I lose my voice, nigga, I'ma flow online" - Jadakiss
I don't hate music from all over the world. In fact, I love lots of that. But I hate the world music that goes in the world music section.
You've probably had that all-too-common thought: why can't everyone just listen to trance and cheer the heck up?
Music has become less a personal expression and more a means of gaining 'bling' through fad driven beats.
Yo. The UK hip-hop scene's always been hotter than Skinnyman's kitchen knives, but sadly it's been a totally GAY-FREE ZONE.
Pharrell Williams is the production mastermind behind smash hits like Britney Spears' "I'm a Slave 4 U," Usher's "U Don't Have to Call," and Justin Timberlake's "Like I Love U."
Let's face it. Girls are rocking hard this year. And they look good doing it!
"I got to meet all the wonderful people, I drank with Dylan, boy did we act a fool."
Right now, hip-hop fashion in America is definitely where it should be.
Ask any true snowboarder and they'll tell you: the way to live life is by going for it, by any means necessary, 24-7-365, 'til the break of dawn.
Time to brush the moths off your Hawaiian shirt and whip up a bitchin' batch of kamikaze shots.
They separate the real music fans from the passing fancies. They are the pillars of what we call "music."
Recently we met up with Joel and Billy from Good Charlotte at this awesome hotel in London.
For me, Dave combines an amazingly dark sexuality and in-built feeling for all things ethereal.
Heard it through the indie grapevine!
Occasionally a band comes along so perfect, original and unaffected that rabid scenesters can only watch in disbelief as the words, "why didn't I think of that" spill from clenched teeth.
You know those friends at high school who would constantly rabbit on about some new 'awesome' band that 'you just had to check out'?
Are the majors about to consign grime to the shit heap? Gemma Fox and Polydor just "parted company" and Wiley's just walked out on the deal with XL.
Mannekin Piss is a lesson to all the poor confused hardcore bands who run out of inspiration after two EPs.
I first met my BUDDY Dave One at Stanislas High School, Montreal, about ten years ago.