Major Triadz are a duo based in mid-Wales. They’ve been around for a couple of years but this is the first time we’ve featured them here. That’s going to change! I’m writing this with their debut LP playing in the background. At 14 tracks, I’ve already heard quality turntablism, varied beats, and solid, clear-cut lyrics. All this comes courtesy of MixmasterMillz, the turntablist and editor (obviously!), and Hobaps on lyrics and production.
Be sure to check out their debut self-titled album, it’s well worth it.
For a look at the latest tracks, check out Major Triadz’ Soundcloud.
Major Triadz have been doing their thing, as their press release shows us:
“Forming around 2 years ago they are making a reputation as an original and necessary addition to the UK music scene. Refusing to be pigeon-holed into any specific genre their varied beats draw inspiration from genres as diverse as Hip-Hop, Dub, Breaks and Country.
Recent shows include The Rare One, Nozstock, Beach Break Live, Burning Ginger man, Sub 29 (Cardiff), Newfoundland Secret Summer Gathering, Workhouse festival, as well as shows in Bristol, Birmingham, Cardiff and Shrewsbury. Major Triadz have also enjoyed an increasing amount of airplay on BBC radio among others. Not to mention warming up for the likes of Dr Syntax & The Mouse Outfit, Roni Size, Dub Mafia and Sicknote, to name a few.”
If you’re feeling Major Triadz, show them some love on Facebook.
I was recommended this album by a friend who was very excited she’d discovered this ‘quirky’ Welsh take on Hip-Hop. She usually has an excellent ear for music, so I downloaded this and its follow-up from Reverb Nation.
After subjecting myself to both albums expecting high quality beats and rhymes; I can conclude that sometimes, even the best make mistakes.
I’ll start with the good…
Gee Spoonit, the groups producer and quite frankly the only plus to this shower of auditory wobbly bollocks. Seemingly only featured on the first album, he produces some genuinely good music which would’ve been more memorable if he’d worked with better artists then he was unfortunate enough to be lumbered with.
Now the bad…
HoBaps, the ‘lyricist’ and frontman, mumbles over the beats in a Coll-Hop, word salad, conscious type of bollocks. He goes deep, covering important topics such as drugs, festivals, and Chiefs (normal people to the less edgy) that mock him for being pretentious and not sporty; he’s obviously still deeply unhappy about this as they feature heavily in his material. Unfortunately, the subject matter is as monotone as this ’emcees’ delivery, repeating himself like a coked up nineties jungle emcee in an attempt to lull the listener into thinking it isn’t waffle, as he did to my friend.
Mixmaster Mills, the ‘DJ’ of the triad, features on every track. Not only is he on every track, but he is in almost every second of those tracks. The scratch turntablist manipulates that plastic back and forth like a cheap door-to-door crafts salesman at every opportunity, almost as if he doesn’t want you to forget he’s there. He scratches over the emcee and never compliments him, or the production, almost as if he’s fighting with them for the limelight. The scratching is very poor, repetitive, and heavily overused throughout the music. Definitely the weakest link of the group who’s limited abilities in his chosen vocation add nothing to an already jumbled mess.
Ultimately, the trio is hindered by the lack of communication between the groups frontmen which leads to an inaudible sound clash. It feels as if artistic ego is at play that results in more of a battle of recognition then a group that compliments one another and the music gets lost underneath the irrelevant babbling and poorly timed scratch masturbating.
I’m sorry Emma, but on this one you’re wrong; Major Triadz is fucking nonsense!
“Travelled to the festy in a couscous tank;
With my Triadz in the back, having a wank.”
Thought provoking lyrical diarrhoea.
For a ‘band’ I’ve never heard of, when you type in the name of the band lots of information appears.
Must be using SEO as they’ve barely sold any records, aren’t successful, and haven’t done anything particularly noteworty.
Anyway, scamming millenial tactics aside, this ‘album’ is a testament to why those same tactics have been deployed here.
What we have is a trio of trustafarians in Wales trying to be cool and edgy to impress oft ladies of the younger variety.
It’s a mish-mash of predictable psuedo-intellectual nonsense and people with a propensity to say words such as bath as barth, so you know that they’re slightly above you (even though the rest of the population don’t actually care, or even agree with them. Their reality is just average like you or I), marred by scratching which can only be described as borderline autistic, over some quite good beats which unfortunately get drowned out by the other two gimps battling each other for attention.
Whoever the producer is, run for your life son, you can do better.
From their ‘sales’ it’s obvious that these retards couldn’t even give this crap away.
Avoid, unless you like listening to silly middle-class pretending to be ‘street’, or down with the teenagers.
Bell-end.
Wank
They have to beg for gigs,
I’ve dealt with these mongs unfortunately.
Rude, over-confident, and not actually very good.
They moaned when we told them they had to pay some of their own expenses as no one had ever heard of them before and no one coming to the festival knew of them either.
Only let ’em play because they knew one of our crew, won’t be again as they were awful.
Stoo pretending to be something you’re not boys and enjoy your trustfunds… it’ll be easier for you going forwarf.
They use SEO to appear more successful then they actually are.
Never had a decent, let alone, hit record in their lives and there’s tons of info online about them.
Very disingenuous trustfundees’ being pretentious… nothing worth seeing here.
The ahem, ‘scratch DJ’, looks like he could work as a stunt-double for Boy George in gay movies’.
Yes Son, you look like Boy George.