Morocco. 2008? – The Jersey Shore‘s Snooki has a doppelganger in Morocco, who once sang in a disused, 3-star beach resort. The song lyrics are too much: “Before you cry, I changed my phone number, you don’t deserve me…I’ll stay living alone and it’s OK.” Damn girl! Moroccan Snooki is so wise, juicy and sassy, just like her Jersey counterpart. Her man, Chab Regga, clad in Armani Exchange resort collection, swears to her, “The girl… [read more »]
Kenya, 2006 – There’s a Gangsta Rap Video formula sheet floating around America somewhere, dictating the ratio of bikinis to bling, to cash money, and the like. Over the years, a mass of generic rap videos filtered down from said formula can be found in every corner of the world, creating a cringe-worthy buildup of the highest order: A cacophany of ass-exposing hoes and flashy cars, from Warsaw to the West Bank.
This global “G” rap phenomenon is undeniably crap.
Flexx, hailing from Kenya, is one of the few rappers around with a video that’s not trying to be high-def, high speed, or full of the usual hip hop status signifiers. In the intro, we find him chilling in a brick and aluminum hut with his boys, discussing the female form (or something) for 37 seconds before the music even starts. When he’s distracted by a blue mesh, swirly-patterned skirt, he begins his attempt to pick up ladies walking down a dirt road in Nairobi—sans Lamborghini and club lights—with a few smooth moves and lines. In other words, he creates zero embarrassing moments. Plus, the track is awesome: what a fucking relief!