Blaxploitation Volumes One, Two and Three

Transmission from Old Bug:

(crackling static) If you want to be a true mcNasty and make all the chickenheads jealous at the red light, your music has to be correct. I'm not talking about retarded hip-hop, either; I'm talking about the classic foundation that every jughead with a mac laptop and protools who calls themselves a "producer" has liberally sampled from (and by sampled I mean straight-up stolen.)

Disc 1 has the obligatory riffs everybody knows: everything from James Brown to Curtis Mayfield is represented. But the lesser-known joints, like "Home is where the hatred is" and "Children of the Ghetto" is pure, undistilled pimp juice.

Disc 2 is more of the same, but includes rarities by Angela Brown and WAR. (yes, rarities- they did more than just "The world is a Ghetto.")

Disc 3, subtitled "the Payback", is super-dope. "Summer in the City" and "Masterpiece" are standout tracks here as well.

Less reading, more listening. Stop perpetrating and steal these albums from BitTorrent. (Oh, I mean, go buy them from a chain music store, which will virtually guarantee that NONE of these artists get compensated for these thirty-plus year old tracks- that's a much better idea.)

GATSBY'S counterpoint-
what is the fucking deal here?
i'm gone for thirty seconds and you add "blaxploitation" and "insatiable teens?"
what's it gonna be buckman? record reviews of everything you already listen too?
FACT: buckman has no subwoofer in his chrysler imperial.
you cannot possibly be qualified to review the smoove blaxplotation funk of the seventies without being able to hear the baseline fool.
also you know nothing of insatiable teens.

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Old Bug here. Hey, it's Gatsby, you old so-and-so. I see that time has not been kind to you, my crusty old butt-nugget, so I will have to swoop in once again and unmercifully pick apart your tattered counter-point. After I correct your glaring typo- uh, is it third BASE you want to steal, or is it your theory of gay puppetry that you are BASING your conclusions on, or is it the BASS that rocks my 88 while your girlfriend's gum falls out of her mouth at the apex of her butt-clenching orgasm (her third, my first) Oh, the dent I left in her uterus will most definitely not be covered by her PPO co-pay.

Sorry, off-subject. Bug knows all about blaxploitation, son. Besides my extensive collection of mad European acid jazz, I've got a pipeline straight into the golden ghetto of the seventies, baby girl. Everything from Millie Jackson (All the Way Lover) to William De Vaughn (Be Thankful for what you've Got) and in-between, funky fresh in the flesh in my Lee Jeans. As a matter of fact, I'm going to be unveiling a pimptronic-6000 streaming winamp station for re-education purposes. make sure you tune in, Gatsby, so you can dust off your lexicon.

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