Trillville and Lil Scrappy

Trillville is to Ludacris as Black Flag is to Limp Bizkit. Which is to say, the recognizable artists in that quartet have taken what the vanguards do and expertly filtered the music into fine musical brew for the masses. This isn't a slight against the likes of Luda -- by all means, go catch his dirty-souf-chicken-'n'-burr ass wit Chingy at the Pageant Thursday night. But please, please make time earlier in the evening (4 p.m. to be exact) to peep Trillville and BME labelmate Lil Scrappy at a Vintage Vinyl in-store that very (vurry) same night.

Currently in heavy rotation on the Beat (100.3 FM) and the like, Trillville's "Neva Eva" could well be this year's seminal crunk anthem, stylistically cut from same cloth as the bizarre, infectious "Get Low" by fellow Atlantans Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz. "Neva Eva"'s central, looping lyric, "Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva/Get on my level, ho," is apt because, well, Trillville's on its own plane -- shouting, gyrating, partying, pimping harder than even the most hard-core crunkster could ever hope to. The song hits you like a muphuckin' drive-by, yo -- aural bullets splitting your skull and blowing the roof of your car cloudward. This is precisely what should make the cozy confines of Vintage Vinyl such an intriguing venue for Trillville's groove. Unless the pipe-hittin' rappers decide to play an unplugged set, ain't no way records won't be split in half or walls cracked by their criminally loud bass line and writhing fans. It's a spectacle sure to be as punk as it'll be crunk. Black Flag'd be proud.