I have long found, felt, sensed, pranced in muddled time towards the hippetyhop realms of music, rhyme and beats. As a youngster, surrounded by ferals, the most wild sounds they could relate as reflections of their existence, way back deep in the 90s, was hardcore, fantazia was common on the mixtapes brought back from the raves, outcasts of volatile society united,…but fast forward,…to my delving into myself and the world, and finding words and rhythm my major focus>>>
The visuals, video style suggest a machismo, feeling somehow silly, but turn off the sreen, listen to the flow and beats…echoes of the best of my own language, culture….
I dont need to learn what they are saying. Too many morons buying into the words of WAR masquerading as words of peace…I lean more towards an end of words, if not the ocean, the sound and bounce of alien nations, for they are dont seek to meet our systems, they are roaring>>>
And this…whch I heard when fending off the viet old ladies, with their trolleys attacking my ankles>>> WordPress wont show the muddled phone video, but it led to me dancing as I shopped, then when home, downloading Shazaam, then sending the video to my laptop, shazaam then telling me it was this track causng me to dance as I videotaped the broccli and potatoes…>>>
The general trend of tough guys, gangsters…when fighting for a cause of WOmen…
he reminds me of Matisyahiu, yet is not seeking the same peace and love…
These sounds of the Punjab, so alien, yet of such similar resonance to the feral howl of those speaking my language….