- KEVIN GATES
Yesterday, before I wrote this, it was pissing rain outside. Today it is gray and merely spitting and North Face shells dot the sidewalk. It'll probably be hot and sunny when you read this. Appropriately, there's a new Dark Time Sunshine song—called "No Worries," so have none—and tour, jumping off at the Vera on Thursday, July 31.
Friday, August 1, is the album-release party at Neumos for Shabazz Palaces' (yes, my guys) masterful Lese Majesty. As of late, I've heard new yet-to-be-released music from THEESatisfaction (not to mention the solo loosies from Stas THEE Boss and Sassy Black), OCnotes, and even Porter Ray. The Black Constellation is heavy as a motherfucker and picking up speed. If that is not something you can wrap your shit around, or drop your dollars on, know that on that same night—over at the Crocodile—you got New Orleans beast Kevin Gates spitting his high-grade base-rock rap, sounding like gruff reincarnated bluesman turned corner boy.