A funny thing happened to mainstream hip-hop on indie hip-hop's way to the mainstream: It became the new indie rock. Frustrated with the underground's dogged insistence on rhymes and substance and all things anti-bling-bling, the pasty soundboys in T-shirts and wallet chains who have for years fetishized Steve Albini's razor's-edge guitars and Dave Fridmann's cloud-nine new-school psychedelia have turned to the top of the hip-hop charts for sonics that make them go "uhh." Makes sense: With the indie pack's puritanical polemics necessarily holding them back from big-dollar productions, where's a gearhead to go but the moneyed playfields of Swizz Beatz, Timbaland, the... More >>>