Boy, are the British ever overly infatuated with American rap music. And meanwhile, they’re sitting on subtle, gentle cultish acts like The Macabees, which resemble My Morning Jacket in their prime, and the noise barely gets above a hush. Anyway, I started subscribing to NME last fall and I must say the sheer MASS of … Continue reading “Hip-Hop as British Reference Group and The Life of Pablo’s Frat-Boy Anticlimactix”