One can dream that right-thinking music archivists will, at some point in the future, assemble a reverent “box set” — composed of 10 LPs, an AppleDirect mind implant, a “retro” CD wallet, two crates of reel-to-reel tape spools or whatever form the dominant music-delivery format of the day takes — dedicated to the perennially underappreciated output of Edmonton rapper Cadence Weapon.
The very concept of “liner notes” had been pretty much dust-binned as a relic of the ancient past when Pemberton first started making international waves as Cadence Weapon right around the post-millennial peak of file-sharin’, MP3-bloggin’, CD-slayin’ digital abandon nearly 20 years ago, of course, but with “Bedroom Rapper” he kinda flips the switch.
Read between the lines and you get the sense that Pemberton could easily have delivered a damning, name-naming diatribe against the evils of the business, or a dirt-spewing insider tell-all about his hazy rave years rolling with the likes of soon-to-be stars such as Grimes and Mac DeMarco in the early-2000s Montreal loft scene as his first memoir.
IhateBenRayner cadenceweapon Nice one..from the Queen St W, Poet Laureate... intriguing