Ice creams, Ice Creams
Do you ever wake up in the morning with two possible options for your day, and decide to take the easy way?

Yeah, that's me today. There's a bunch of music I'd like to post. but, well, because yesterday I said I would, I'm gonna throw down some Pharrell, or, as our boy Jigga likes to call him, Fa' Real.



You know Pharrell as the high-pitched lova lova from The Neptunes, who are just unabashedly GOOD as producers. Bla bla bla N.E.R.D. bla bla bla.


Pharrell just recently dropped his solo debut, In My Mind, and kids are just going nuts over it. However, the promo of this album's been kicking around for a while...with. an. almost. entirely. different. tracklist.

And, as far as I'm concerned, most of the unreleased stuff is actually better. I'm planning on creating a compilation that takes the best from both versions, but for now, here's the track that kicks off the unreleased disc, that illustrates what I meant when I called Pharrell's newer stuff "self-obsessive preen-rap".


Pharrell:The Ice Cream Man

I'm loving Pharrell continuing on in his minimalicious fashion, so much so he's almost the M_nus records of Pop-Hop, but it's Skateboard P's day in the Resonator sun, so let's be shallow and materialistic for a minute (yeah, just this once):

If you don't know, Pharrell's got some cash in on the Ice Cream brand of skate shoe. A girl wanted me to buy her a pair once, but they cost more than I make and more than she was worth (and I'd rather have my girl wearing the Ellen Allien Nikes, honestly), and, really, are they THAT attractive that they're worth mortgaging your first born for?:



(ugly, or what?)

Anyway, you won't find that track on your store-bought copy of In My Mind, and that makes me kinda sad, because that really sets up the entire album-Pharrell as almost a self-obsessive caricature of the "Pharrell" we've come to know and love-even MORE out of tune falsetto, even more hints that a) he's the shit, b) he's the shit, c) see a, and still even more catchy raspy-throated come-ons.


Also, from the Resonator "WHY THE FUCK HASN'T THIS CAUGHT ON HUGE-TIME YET?" vault:

Clipse/Neptunes: Mr. Me Too

We told you about this jam MONTHS ago, and, even though the forthcoming Clipse album gets shelved and shelved, the cool kids at Fader keep saying it's gonna happen. And now, with people like Entertainment Weekly having decided "step up" is the phrase of the summer (late much?), you'd better do like Pharrell said Snoop said: step your game up.

Seriously, this is the fucking track to end all tracks this year. More of that minimal, panning tin-can beauty, almost gently placed for the Clipse boys and Pharrell to trample all over like the dinosaur in those Dino comics.

Buy the released version of "In My Mind

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