Paul’s Boutique?


Given my general embargo against hip hop, I’m surprised at how fondly I remember the release of Paul’s Boutique. Pitchfork’s reappraisal of the record was a gobstopper of nostalgia… how it emanated its bong-y idiot glee all throughout the early nineties, to it’s dense referencing of the early 80’s (Robotron!) to it’s crash course in 70’s kitsch. Anything that 20 years later reminds me of how much Vaughn Bode’s Cheech Wizard ruled my world back then is a force for good.