At the risk of sounding like a fully signed-up member of Tipper Gore's Parental Advisory lobby, it never ceases to amaze me just how violent, misogynistic and homophobic rap lyrics can be.
You'd need a very strong stomach and a loose moral compass indeed to enjoy anything by the feted Tyler the Creator or the less celebrated Brotha Lynch Hung.
Rick Ross – the self-styled Boss – is no stranger to controversy either and now he has been forced to apologise for lyrics that appear to glorify date-rape.
"Put molly [a form of ecstasy] all in her champagne, she ain't even know it," he raps on new song U.O.E.N.O. "I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain't even know it."
His words are especially difficult for Irish audiences to take following the much-publicised rape and manslaughter of student Nicola Furlong at the hands of fledgling US rapper Richard Hinds in Japan last year. Autopsy reports showed that she had date-rape drugs in her system.
After a half-hearted apology on Twitter, Ross was forced into a more sincere-sounding sorry after he was dropped by one of his sponsors, Reebok: "Before I am an artist, I am a father, a son, and a brother to some of the most cherished women in the world," he said in a statement issued this week. "So for me to suggest in any way that harm and violation be brought to a woman is one of my biggest mistakes and regrets.
"As an artist, one of the most liberating things is being able to paint pictures with my words. But with that comes a great responsibility. And most recently, my choice of words was not only offensive, it does not reflect my true heart."
Q Few were surprised when tickets for Ennio Morricone's debut Irish concert sold out in hours when they went on sale some weeks ago. The prospect of experiencing a true giant of cinema, who has soundtracked some of the most iconic films of the past 50 years, at one of Dublin's loveliest outdoor venues was about as tantalising as you'll get in 2013.
Now, happily, the 84-year-old is to play a second date at the Royal Hospital Kilmainham on July 27 with his 100-strong Italian orchestra and the same number of choristers. Tickets on sale on Monday at 9am.
Q That hardy perennial Record Store Day takes place in many of the country's music shops tomorrow, but I can't help but wonder if it's an initiative that speaks to the converted only. The only acquaintances who I ever hear enthusing about it are those people for whom record shops are essential parts of the urban fabric. They're vinyl lovers, physical music devotees and completists who love to shoot the breeze with the bloke – yes, the cliché tends to be true – behind the counter.
This year, Tower Records on Wicklow Street, Dublin, has got into the spirit of things with free shows in the pub/club next door. Apparently, it's called Madison now, but this place has had more names than David Bowie's had guises. The fun kicks off at 1pm tomorrow and the line-up includes Owensie, Hot Sprockets and Ghost Estates. The store will also be selling collectable music from the likes of Nick Cave and Kate Bush.