“Crumbs In Every Bag” is the second video from Epic Beard Men’s debut LP “This Was Supposed To Be Fun”!
Shot by Andy Bates-Ribezzo
Edited by Weston Woodbury
Beat by Romero Shaw, B. Dolan, DS3K
Additional vocals by Eligh
Bass: Mike Brown
Drums: Mark Bell
Electric Piano: Steve Okonski
Violins: Jenavieve Varga
Live instruments tracked by Chris Gilroy at Douglass Studios, NYC
SP1200 Programming: B. Dolan & Adam Schneider
Scratches by DJ Slipwax
“This Was Supposed to Be Fun” is an indie-rap tour de force by EPIC BEARD MEN (two of the underground’s ﬁnest; SAGE FRANCIS and B. DOLAN.) This album knocks. It parties with disreputable outlaws in truck stops. It blends the classic sounds of breakbeats and timeless drum machines with soul grooves and sub bass. Guitars, violins, and a goddamn brass band have sat in before the party’s over. On the vocal side of things, more than a few lyrical heavyweights drop in to take their turn on the mics.
SLUG of ATMOSPHERE joins the gang in some NC-17 fun, as Sage and B. are soulfully backed by BLUE RASPBERRY (Wu-Tang Clan) on the road-noir tale “Pistol Dave“. ELIGH of LIVING LEGENDS and South African newcomer YUGEN BLAKROK contribute blistering verses, while New Orleans Bounce legend Vockah Redu, vocalist Kathleen Stubelek of Circle Takes the Square, and San Antonio upstart Worldwide contribute brilliant supporting turns.
Throughout 50 minutes of intricately produced rap music, the duo of storied rapper/poets wander freely and set ﬁres like the latchkey kids they once were. This Was Supposed to Be Fun, but that doesn’t mean either emcee has shied away from their signature blend of the personal and political; topics range from the absurd to the unshakably true. EBM are two rap greybeards who aren’t afraid to swing freely from dead-serious to wryly hilarious.
“Hedges”, the first single, is a haunting character study in suburban alienation and the collapse of the psychic bonds that used to constitute the great American neighborhood. Sage and B take turns spitting the chorus, like they’re shouting across empty, manicured lawns. “Man Overboard” is the album’s ironic thesis statement, maybe a metaphor for America itself. The topical track isn’t exactly about the VIP Fyre Fest experience, but it’s about that kind of thing: You were sold a bill of goods. You expected a private island, a luxury jet, a view of the beach. Then the skies turned dark. The millionaires took the lifeboats and left. Instead of a sunny lagoon, you got dive-bombed by seagulls, rained on. You paid for Club Paradise; you got Lord of the Flies. The “Sand Dunes” are not a tropical beach or a hip-hop singles cruise, for fuck’s sake. They’re the Sand Dunes out in the woods, past the Pet Cemetery. The sketchy kind of unwatched all-ages party spot where rival warlords go to fight.