Action Bronson’s Last Supper

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Download Action Bronson and Party Supplies’ New Mixtape Blue Chips 2 Right Now, for Free

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Download Action Bronson and Party Supplies’ New Mixtape Blue Chips 2 Right Now, for Free

VICE Eats – Action Bronson

We followed the multi-talented Action Bronson from the kitchen to the stage during this year’s Bushwick Block Party. Action headlined the party and also ran his very own food truck, supplying the masses with gourmet goodness. Check out these videos to see how his vision of combining his two passions became a reality.
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VICE Eats – Action Bronson

We followed the multi-talented Action Bronson from the kitchen to the stage during this year’s Bushwick Block Party. Action headlined the party and also ran his very own food truck, supplying the masses with gourmet goodness. Check out these videos to see how his vision of combining his two passions became a reality.

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(Source: Vice Magazine)

It’s here! Download Action Bronson’s new mixtape Rare Chandeliers now.

It’s here! Download Action Bronson’s new mixtape Rare Chandeliers now.

Watch Action Bronson’s new video for “The Symbol”!

Watch Action Bronson’s new video for “The Symbol”!

Paul Banks played a show with Action Bronson, Alchemist, Savages, and SpaceGhostPurrp, which doesn’t seem like a normal thing that would happen.

Paul Banks played a show with Action Bronson, Alchemist, Savages, and SpaceGhostPurrp, which doesn’t seem like a normal thing that would happen.

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WATCH ACTION BRONSON’S NEW VIDEO FOR “THE SYMBOL”

Foodie rapper Action Bronson (AKA Ill Prosciutto, AKA Bam Bam Bigalow, AKA Bronsolino) is the newest addition to the VICE Records dynasty. Us here at Noisey are psyched as hell, mostly because this means he’ll be bringing us doggie bags of his famous wild imported Irish goat, which apparently he makes in a BBQ pit somewhere in Queens. Mmm.

Today he dropped the video to “The Symbol,” the first cut off his upcoming Rare Chandeliers mixtape, which was produced by West Coast producer The Alchemist, who you probably know from a resume that includes work with Dilated Peoples, Mobb Deep, Just Blaze, Ghostface, Odd Future… we could go on, but we won’t. Instead, here’s an exclusive download of the track, plus a stream. Fuck with it.

 

Action Bronson is a pretty cool guy. If there’s one thing that his show last night at Music Hall of Williamsburg taught the audience, it was that. He’s cool in such a way that Wooderson from Dazed and Confused would have thought that his radness levels were off the fucking charts. That is to say that at the beginning of Bronsellino’s set, dude brought out a black grocery bag and threw its contents—a bunch of dime bags of high-grade marijuana—into the crowd. Wooderson would have shit his pants. He wouldn’t have gotten his second wind to go see Aerosmith, because he’d have been too high to live. This is just one of the highlights to be found in last night’s show.

The concert, which was free because Converse decided to sponsor it, was amazing in a distinctly “New York Hip-Hop” sort of way. There were sets full of surprise guests, and nods to the rap scenes of yore, as well as today. The bill was stacked much like metal shows are, with like a million and a half acts opening up before the main attraction hits the stage. Tanya Morgan kicked shit off, but I ended up missing them because I got in a protracted argument with the kind folks working the Music Hall doors about whether or not I could bring my friend Braxton in with me. Basically, what happened is (A), free shows are stressful as shit to security people because forty people are trying to bum-rush a door that can fit one person in at a time, and (B), the doubly kind PR person who put me on the list forgot to put down that I could bring another person in. We spent several minutes debating whether or not I could go in, and then several more debating whether or not Braxton could go in, and then even more debating whether or not my photographer actually existed. What ended up happening is that I got in, and then Meechy Darko of Flatbush Zombies snuck Braxton in when the door guys weren’t looking. I’d like to sincerely thank Meech for sneaking Brax in despite not knowing us at all, and also I’d like to sincerely apologize to the people at MHOW for taking advantage of the goddamn chaos that they had to deal with. (As a post-script, my photographer not only talked his way in but somehow wound up onstage, and after we left the show Braxton was so drunk that he ended up passing out on a street corner without his wallet or his keys. I later recovered him and put him in a cab with his roommate. To my knowledge, everyone is alive.)

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Action Bronson is a pretty cool guy. If there’s one thing that his show last night at Music Hall of Williamsburg taught the audience, it was that. He’s cool in such a way that Wooderson from Dazed and Confused would have thought that his radness levels were off the fucking charts. That is to say that at the beginning of Bronsellino’s set, dude brought out a black grocery bag and threw its contents—a bunch of dime bags of high-grade marijuana—into the crowd. Wooderson would have shit his pants. He wouldn’t have gotten his second wind to go see Aerosmith, because he’d have been too high to live. This is just one of the highlights to be found in last night’s show.

The concert, which was free because Converse decided to sponsor it, was amazing in a distinctly “New York Hip-Hop” sort of way. There were sets full of surprise guests, and nods to the rap scenes of yore, as well as today. The bill was stacked much like metal shows are, with like a million and a half acts opening up before the main attraction hits the stage. Tanya Morgan kicked shit off, but I ended up missing them because I got in a protracted argument with the kind folks working the Music Hall doors about whether or not I could bring my friend Braxton in with me. Basically, what happened is (A), free shows are stressful as shit to security people because forty people are trying to bum-rush a door that can fit one person in at a time, and (B), the doubly kind PR person who put me on the list forgot to put down that I could bring another person in. We spent several minutes debating whether or not I could go in, and then several more debating whether or not Braxton could go in, and then even more debating whether or not my photographer actually existed. What ended up happening is that I got in, and then Meechy Darko of Flatbush Zombies snuck Braxton in when the door guys weren’t looking. I’d like to sincerely thank Meech for sneaking Brax in despite not knowing us at all, and also I’d like to sincerely apologize to the people at MHOW for taking advantage of the goddamn chaos that they had to deal with. (As a post-script, my photographer not only talked his way in but somehow wound up onstage, and after we left the show Braxton was so drunk that he ended up passing out on a street corner without his wallet or his keys. I later recovered him and put him in a cab with his roommate. To my knowledge, everyone is alive.)

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