Editor’s note: 2 DJs and a Boombox is exactly that. Dark Knight, a popular radio personality, and Moss Pit, a local mobile music DJ, play each other a few tunes and let their thoughts flow.

Dark Knight and Moss Pit: One, two, three …

MP: You lose.

“What It’s Like”

Everlast

MP: Everlast is the founding member of House of Pain.

He did a CD under the Everlast name before House of Pain and was originally in Ice T’s Rhyme Syndicate group.

DK: This is the guy who was in House of Pain? It sounds nothing like him.

MP: It’s a combination folk/rap. I like it a lot.

DK: “Get a job … ” Basically, he’s saying “get a haircut you hippies.”

I like this. A nice guitar with a little back beat.

MP: You would never guess this guy sang “Jump Around.”

DK: Oh no. I kind of like the songs were they are talk-singing. It’s not really rapping, but it’s not singing.

I feel like we should be in a dark room, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes.

MP: The first song on here’s called “The White Boy is Back.”

So, you’re the expert, what’s the radio potential of a song like this?

DK: Oh boy. This would have some potential. Because it’s catchy. It’s got a nice mid-tempo. I don’t know if it’s Top 40, but I could definitely see a modern rock station playing it.

“Thank You”

Alanis Morrisette

DK: I haven’t even listened to this myself. It’s the brand new one off the album that should be out November 3. I love the name of the album — “Supposed Former Infatuation Junky.”

MP: “Supposed Former Infatuation Junky”? I like it.

DK: OK, here we go: “How about them transparent dangling carrots?”

MP: She must be going for the hidden genius lyrics.

DK: It’s like in those ol’ Warner Brothers cartoons. Bugs Bunny would be riding on a donkey and hanging a carrot in front of its face.

MP: I don’t know if I like this. It’s very “Uninvitedish” as far as the vocal presentation.

DK: A lot of Alanis’s slower songs are like this. Her voice is very up and down with some very odd diction.

MP: I’m not to into starting every line with the same two words.

DK: Yeah, and it goes like that the whole song.

MP: I’m a firm believer that the first single should definitely rock.

DK: You gotta go for the crazy, up-beat wild one.

MP: This is too slow.

DK: I would say its more mid-tempo — a power ballad.

Alanis has come along way. Ten years ago she was on “You Can’t Do That On Television.”

MP: I watched that show all the time. They green-slimed people.

DK: “I Don’t Know.”

MP: Instead of calling her first song “You Oughtta Know,” she should have called it “I Don’t Know.”

DK: Then they could have had a big ball of slime come with the CD.

“All The Kids Are Right”

Local H

MP: Alanis isn’t providing the rock that I need so we’re gonna go with a Local H tune. They’re coming to People’s October 15.

DK: Ooh, same night as Shania Twain.

MP: And I bet you can guess where I will be.

On the first single off their last record, “High Fivin’ MF,” they rip on their fans. This is kind of the opposite where their fans are ripping on them. It’s very poetic.

DK: They’re pretty good. “All the kids are right.” Parents are going to love that. “Yeah, Local H says were right man. Get out of here.”

“Sacrifice”

The Jets

DK: All right, guess who’s back?

MP: You tell me.

DK: You talk about Vanilla Ice. Well guess who else is back? The Jets.

MP: Oh my God. This is a joke.

DK: No, this is really The Jets. Look at ’em. I don’t remember what country they’re from but they grew up in Minneapolis.

MP: Aren’t they related?

DK: Yeah, they’re all brothers and sisters.

MP: Speaking of Nickelodeon. I remember watching Jets videos on “Nick Rocks.”

DK: Here’s a bad sign already. The vocals are very hush.

MP: I wonder if you asked the Backstreet Boys who their influences are if they would name The Jets — or like Menudo.

DK: Don’t mention New Kids. They’re trying to get away from that. They’re all learning how to play instruments so when all the teeny-boppers start wearing away, they can play their own stuff.

MP: This is bad.

DK: It’s just the guys.

MP: Where’s the girls?

DK: It reminds of those real bad ’70s songs where everyone was trying to be Barry White. “Hey, baby, I can’t live without you.” Just bad.

This is like some really bad R & B karaoke.