Stylo G isn’t easing into his next release. He’s opening with a jab. “Dem Tesco lifestyle boy deh not in my league 😉” is the line he tucked under his announcement that new music lands in seven days, and it’s already the part people are talking about.[#item_full_content]
Ziggy Marley isn’t headed for an arena on his next stop in Puerto Rico. He’s booked into the El Patio Lounge in Dorado, a setting that puts one of reggae’s most recognizable names a lot closer to the crowd than usual.[#item_full_content]
Nas can’t stop thinking about a grave nobody can find. In a new open letter, the Queensbridge rapper pointed to Robert Johnson, the Delta blues musician whose final resting place is still a mystery, as proof of how badly the music business treats the people who built it.[#item_full_content]
Clayton Howard, the man who says he was hired for Diddy’s so-called freak-off encounters, now says parts of his own story were wrong.[#item_full_content]
For a song that spent years living in concert clips and fan uploads, Shroom Clouds finally has a proper home.[#item_full_content]
Hennessy cognac, a contraband phone, and fellow inmates allegedly paid to make his bed and give him massages.[#item_full_content]
The Bureau of Prisons says the fight never happened, but it still won’t say how Diddy ended up in an ambulance with a head injury.[#item_full_content]
Long before Sting, before Verzuz, before anybody filmed a stage war on a phone, Jamaica was settling scores with speaker boxes.[#item_full_content]
Before Jamaica had a record industry, it had the box. Picture a wall of speakers, a turntable, a selector guarding a crate of tunes nobody else could find, and a yard full of people waiting for the bass to drop.[#item_full_content]
Every great Jamaican record has two stars: the voice you hear first and the person behind the board who decided how it would hit the speaker box.[#item_full_content]