Showing posts with label R.I.P Stu Allan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label R.I.P Stu Allan. Show all posts

Friday, 23 September 2022

Feet of Fury

"When I walk around my hood I see
Broken hopes
Smoking dope
Eyes looking comatose
People on line for a okey doke
Joy, art
Beauty manifesting out the madness, it's a blessing just to take part"


Homeboy Sandman - Satellite
(From Sandman's forthcoming album; 2022)



As with Stroll, Sandman turns New York rappers inability to make car music from a shortcoming into a strength. Some "I walk around and observe the whole scenery then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me" type shit. Call it poundin' pavements-core.

PS: pour out a little liquor of your choosing for the voice of the north Stu Allan. His Bus Dis radio show was slightly before my time/outside my orbit, but when an acquaintance hooked me up with some tapes in the mid 90s Stu's sets skooled me on the likes of Tuff Crew, MC EZ & Troup, JVC Force etc. Plus, I love the quirks of his taste where he (rightly) treated DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince with the same reverence as Boogie Down Productions.