Wednesday 19 January 2011

Album cover research

This Album follows the theme of their name. Wu-Tang relates to martial arts therefore explaining the masked ninja esq dressed rappers. The album follows a certain palette of yellows, purples and oranges representing royalty or higher status, maybe suggesting they are the highest, most skilled rappers around. Their covered faces giving off aggressive vibes that is similar to the style of rap. In this album cover there is a very bluey purple palette that portrays a mysterious, erry atmosphere. That is enhanced the image of the dead person in the trunk and the figure of a man and child standing on a pier. This is then juxtaposed with the childish font of the words "slim Shady in multicolour. This gives a murderous impression of the rapper Eminem. This is also portrayed by the huge moon that has connotations of werewolves or lunatics (Luna).

Monday 17 January 2011

Lyrics- She Doesn't Love Me

Oh she doesn’t love me, the world’s turned wicked, makin’ me earn chips makin’ me burn bridges/ how will we ever cross the water now, we used ‘em every single day but never thought about the slaughter house/ I see the streets and the sidewalks crack, where the shells sit and I walk past/ simpletons, insidious simians, these murals are the temporary tats on the city’s skin, yeah


Oh she doesn’t love me, relationship due south, I step on her daily her skin wears my shoes out/ every day she grows older, but I steam roll her wrinkles and exfoliate with bulldozers/ peel the skin and let the bright light scorch it, she did it to me first now my lifetime’s shortened/ my eye sight’s poor but my hindsight’s poorer, I’m not her Spirit I won’t fight crime for her/ I’ll wear a coat to protect me from her cold breath, no trespassing turned free for all (protest)/ the leaches and parasitic creatures are grotesque, mother can’t control what’s growing on her own flesh


Shit I’ll bring a bar of soap to the block, you see a little spark of hope then it’s gone/ ain’t no flower bed with new bark mulch in your lawn, we’re all nothing return those particles to your God


Oh she doesn’t love me, the world’s turned her back on me? Now I’m back on Earth to turn my back on her/ shut the light out, close the aperture, we go so fast it hurts and grow so fat we burst/ salt the pavement, break the ice, salt the wounds it’s pain this lady likes/ as soon as I understood that it became alright, she’s masochistic and doesn’t want us to save her life/ now how we ‘sposed to react to this thought, huh, we don’t react we just go back to our jobs/ high as fuck from the factory smog, numb to whether the end happens or not

Tuesday 4 January 2011

Call list

Steven Ryall (Man)- 07899342218
Oliver Morris (Rapper)- 07930065443