À bout de souffle, 1960, by Jean-Luc Godard
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" At the pinnacle of the G-funked gangsta era, Souls of Mischief took the low road of emotional complexity. Hailing from Oakland, Calif., the foursome’s distinctive lyrical mapping, infectious beats and subtle melodies on their debut rerouted gun-toting wannabes back to the underground and vaulted record-label Hieroglyphics to indie legend. MCs Tajai, Opio, Phesto and A-Plus exhibited a surprising charisma between them while undoing ghetto esteem. Their world of boredom, girls, weed, books, lounging and, of course, violence was a more easily understood reality for those caught between Pete Rock’s tragedy, De La Soul’s hippie aesthetics and Tupac’s marginalizing glamour. Follow-up releases by Souls fell pathetically flat of achieving ‘Til Infinity’s harmony, and MCs have since broached personal topics of greater depth. Still, the genre-altering release possesses one undeniable truth: Reality’s never sounded so good."
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"PSEUDODOCUMENTATION: BROKEN GLASS" by David DiMichele
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