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I had thought that I found Big Pun through the How We Roll music video, but when I pulled it up it didn't look familiar. I'm almost certain that it was through one of his music videos playing on Much Music (in hindsight, I had heard his songs, or snippets thereof, prior but never knew who the artist was). I'm not sure why any of that matters. The first and only Pun CD that I had in my collection (up until a few weeks ago) was Endangered Species.Why I stopped at Endangered Species and didn't back track into his previous 2 albums is beyond me, it was a banger of an album (a compilation album but a banger nonetheless). So like I eluded to, about a month ago I was revisiting Pun's first posthumous and fell down a brief wiki hole looking into reviews of his other albums, fast forward to last week when Yeeeeah Baby arrived in the mail and I threw it in the CD player. Wow that album was familiar, I had either procured it in the days of napster/limewire and bumped it, or maybe Grant had a copy of it in his Jeep back in the day, either way, the album smokes. There's R&B elements in the album, but it doesn't weigh it down like some of the late 90's/early 2000's did. The flourishes of spanish (spanglish?) that Pun threw into his rhymes accented his non-stop spitting perfectly. The un-expected nostalgia of Yeeeah Baby is the cherry on top of the album itself. Now it's time to go back to his debut and realize that it's just as familiar and lives up to the reviews I've read.   

I generally don't dip into Arriba very frequently, I'm not super into their chip to flavour ratio (generally too much chip IMO). But my wife picked me up a bag of their Limited Time Flavour Creamy Guacamole tortilla chips. I tossed them in the freezer 45 mins ago so that I'd get a bit of the cold to accent the guac (should have had them in for longer but I didn't realize I was going to review them tonight until 46 mins ago). They smell like corn chips with a hint of guac flavour (that's the best way to describe the scent, guac chips all seem to smell the same). My first impression was, 'dang these are salty' followed by, 'oh yeah, I taste the avacado' and finally, 'oh, there's a bit of a peppery kick to make it guac'ish'. The chips seem almost thinner than I had remembered Arriba having, they're most along the lines of a typical North American mass produced corn chip. The further into the bag that I got the more of the seasoning's creamyness I picked up on, in addition to a pretty strong garlic presence..upon closer inspection, it may have been the garlic bite that I was tasting originally as opposed to a peppery kick. The flavour as described on the bag takes front stage during chewing then makes way for a corn chip and garlic aftertaste. I like my guac with a bit of jalapeno in it...but chips don't typically put that into their flavour...it'd be nice if they did however. But as far as guac chips go, these deliver on their creamy guacamole naming and are one of the best guac flavoured chips that I've tried (the creamy really helps). This bag is best before June 11...hopefully the limited time hasn't expired yet because I want to go get a few more bags of these. Buena mierda.

Stay hydrated,
Marc

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