The Hammer & Sickle Can't Get Your Swerve On

This is wrong on so many levels it's hard to know where to begin. There's nothing "real" about anything here, from the setting, to the artist - doing his contrived version of what we do - to the expected reaction of the audience to Putin's stiff, but still threatening, presence. Russian is also a terrible language to hear Rap in (German's great) and, needless to say, there's nothing about communism that says "Cold Clockin' Dollars!" even if you're a Dead Prez fan.

*Sigh*

Whatever. Ain't shit we can do about it, it's all the way on the other side of the world, and Russian Rap ain't ever leaving Russia, so just - whatever. We'll just have to chalk it up as another one of today's little musical indignities, leaving an art form - that's still begging for respect 20 years after it succeeded - exposed as vulnerable to irrelevancy because too little care has been taken in defining it's parameters. This has been it's strength, and this has been it's weakness:

It's definitely nothing to congratulate here.