Heatwave Remix Contest

The “Heatwave” video has finally been unveiled, and everyone in Backburner and at Hand’Solo Records is excited about the prospect. So excited, in fact, that we’ve decided to celebrate with the release of a limited edition vinyl EP of favourites from the album, and we’re definitely going to need a remix of “Heatwave” to make the EP that much more special. While the 19-man crew kept everything in-house for the album, everyone is in agreement that it will be more interesting to see what an outside ear brings to this very distinct song. Feel free to experiment. Remember, this is YOUR remix.


1. Only one entry per producer.
2. Download the Heatwave Remix Pack Zip from the link below and unzip. Find the acapella among the files also containing the vocal and instrumental versions of “Heatwave,” as well as a text document with the lyrics and bpm (130) of the song, and use them in your remix.
3. Please do not add too much additional time to the song as vinyl space is valuable.
4. Remixes should be submitted as mp3s of at least 192 kbps. Winners will be contacted for the audio stems after the decision has been announced. Please be prepared.
5. All submissions should be sent to remix@handsolorecords.com with a link to download the mp3, and must be received by the end of day February 29, 2012. Please do not send as an attachment.
6. Submissions will be judged by a representative from Hand’Solo Records and the participating members of Backburner.
7. The results will be announced on both HandSoloRecords.com and Backburner.ca by March 14, 2012.
8. The winning remix will be included as a bonus cut on the upcoming collector’s edition vinyl EP of Heatwave from Backburner, and the producer of the winning remix will receive five copies of the EP.
9. The four running up remixes will be featured on HandSoloRecords.com and Backburner.ca leading up to the release of the vinyl Heatwave EP.




Thesis (chorus):
This is your brain on sunshine, sunrays
The heat raise the roof roll your windows open if you
Please stick out your breeze, we’re cooking something fresh with the
Burner in the heatwave, in the heatwave

Putting in work on the perfect day
Shirt soaked in the shade while I perspirate
Heat waves on the pavement, verses layed
Chirp cicadas, engaged in a purple haze

Scorching tracks when the Burner plays
Pour the gas until we burn the place
Percolate burnt ash that’ll hurt your face
Shot a crater through your posse like hot butane

Not too tame, keep watch for cute dames
Got booze, spit exhaust like blue flames
Stop dude, not gona prostitute fame
Too hot, we too great to stop, we too strange

Smash, thwip, snikkety-snit
Striking the country like picketing hicks
Lickety-split, tickety-tick-tock you don’t stop
Like lava that won’t rock, the flow’s hot

Enough to get the Dregs from the basement
Cooking some eggs on the pavement
Hot spit like Greekfest
Smoking like girls on Queen St West

Jesse Dangerously:
Dip, dip, dive, I’m swimming to Shanghai
Out cooling like moms’ lemon meringue pie
Got the women on standby, waiting just to
Talk to me about my feminist philosophy

When you learn to help, the girls’ll melt
With a rack so hot the bra burns itself
Yeahhhh, we turn it out
Heat’s the only thing we’re concerned about

And that’s check; I’m about to win in one turn
Lamping on a rock with my skin all sunburned
Yowtch! The only way I surf is on a couch
With the tip of my tongue putting words in your mouth, haha!

Sweatshop got me in a headlock
We let it pop til the block is red hot
Next stop, chopping heads off
Wanna get props? Hit the god with a guest spot

Thesis (chorus):
This is your brain on sunshine, sunrays
The heat raise the roof roll your windows open
If you please stick out your breeze
We’re cooking something fresh
With the Burner in the heatwave, in the heatwave

Jay Bizzy:
Sweat, sweat, work it out
Let me know what’s on your mind
And it don’t hurt to shout
I’m on a purple drought, yeah, the green, too

And these a couple things that put me in a mean mood
Would it seem rude if I rolled through the club late
And didn’t give you props ’cause I’m in a drug state of mind
I got problems, baby, no funds, I don’t wanna get a job, I’m lazy

So I write my rhymes down, spit ‘em with passion
Just hoping y’all can feel it, that’s all I’m asking
35 degrees and the sun is blasting
Basketball jerseys is still the fashion

I don’t even know if they heard me laughing
Wipe the smirk off their mouth with a dirty napkin
Jay Bizzy got skills, I’m a worthy champion
Why I’m living in a sauna and not a mansion

Jesse Dangerously:
When Tim’s on the beat, even in the heat I got
Tim’s on my feet; over zebra stripes from the
sandal steez; Believe the hype from the
Scandal sheets; you get dandled on the knee

Achtung! Gonna be a hot one
Got drunk last night but I’m not done
Shotgun, don’t forget some
Road pops stop and cop tons

Ultraviolet violent outcomes
Get that SPF or get sunned
Son, have you learned a lesson
Sir, yes certs need extra retsyn

So, who’s bringin’ the heat
That melts Popsicles Petes into liquid treats
Picture defeat than I kick up my feet
Take a trip to the beach to chill with the beat

It’s a dog day afternoon, the bad crew
Be Backburner, Jack, you’re wack like Pat Boone
In back rooms we slap hands, crack the brews
Fabricate rap tunes that you can’t produce

Thesis (chorus):
This is your brain on sunshine, sunrays
The heat raise the roof roll your windows open
If you please stick out your breeze
We’re cooking something fresh
With the Burner in the heatwave, in the heatwave