…some nice shit!!!

This tune was going on in my head as I watched the abysmal Black Milk performance at Cargo on Saturday. Witnessing all the hoxtonite trendies sycophantically going mad over BM’s poorly structured, dry uninspiring show, I wanted to stop the music, pump this tune and systematically slap the shit out of each and every one of them.

I’ve read somewhere that cargo’s sound system is notoriously difficult to get right and this was no more apparent than on this night. Imagine my embarrassment when I had spent so long convincing my peoples that there was some merit left in being a hip-hop fan and I drag them down to this.

Trendies, sound quality reminiscent of uk hiphop nights done in pubs, NO hot chicks in the house and when BM was done I swear they started playing some eurotrash techno shit.

As much as I dug Tronic I’m afraid the wu-tang philosophy of “if i see you live you gonna sound wack on tape to me” (check your 36 chambers skits) is very much applicable to a music head of my variety.

AND NO ELZHI?!?!?!?

FAYBAN