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Ten years ago, music writers and fans dismissed Vocaloid rap as fake rap. But when Vocaloid music became part of Japans mainstream culture, they started acting as if they had supported it all along. Thats when I decided I wanted to create fake rap that would anger those closed minded music fans. That became the original inspiration behind Anime Hop, including Cowboy BeRap.
Cowboy BeRap is part of Anime Hop. It is basically rap vocals inspired by the anime audio dramas I used to listen to as a kid. Since long lines of dialogue do not fit well with music, I kept the rap lyrics short. I also chose a simple rhythm, because complicated rhythms would limit the voice actors freedom to express themselves. And since I believe exaggeration is the essence of anime, I added a recurring phrase, Yo YoYo Hey men, as a kind of stylized expression of the rapper character. This is my rap style for Anime Hop. It is not about following the rules of real rap. It is just to be free.
If you have a friend who watches anime in Japanese with subtitles, I hope you will recommend Cowboy BeRap to them.
see you, space cowboy...
"The Xinli Incident" by Andrew Weatherall (Liner Note of Tomorrow Never Comes) The detective in the passenger seat, with a single self-assured action, flashed his warrant card and asked directions. "Twenty-third floor sir... Out of the lift and turn left - you can't miss it... Terrible mess and not very pretty at all, I can tell you..." With that the barrier lifted and the car headed toward the executive parking area of I.D.M. Industries. The lift made a silent journey to the 23rd floor, and on exiting and turning left, the two detectives immediately saw the reasons for their being there. The scene of the crime lay trough an open doorway emitting occasional puffs of smoke and wafts of shimmering vapour. Reaching into the pockets of their elegant yet provocatively conservative black coats the two men pulled out state-of-the-art gas masks, and donning them walked across the corridor. Standing just inside the room, on the only patch of floor not covered in broken machinery or bubbling liquid, Her Majesty's finest surveyed the scene. What was once a hyper-sterile working environment had been turned into a mass of shredded wires, smashed samplers, smouldering laptops and shattered zip-discs. The laboratory once used to manufacture electronic music for earnest sixth-formers around the world was now a digital funeral pyre. "I've not see anything like this since the Prog-Rock studio trashings of '76", said detective number one, the words turning metallic as they made their way trough the gas mask's filter. "Let's leave it to forensics", replied number two as they both backed slowly out of the room, pulling the door shut behind them. As it clicked shut had anybody been left inside they would have seen the back of the door reveal, in still dripping painted letters, the words... 'XINLISUPREME' >> by Andrew Weatherall
See You Space Cowboy... Records