So, Mr G.* and I are not very cool. This is why rap is very important to us. It is why, whether it's 6.30 on Tuesday night or 9.30 Saturday morning (note the very non-rap times) there is some sort of rap being “Airplayed” in the 50 square metre hutch we call home. Like the kick you get from the lipstick when you can't afford the Chanel bag, rap is the leaned back cool we buy for ourselves when we can’t afford to play the streets all day, spending business hours hunched forward over desks instead.
Too many people cringe when they hear 'rap'. These are the same people that probably hate jazz and think that rap is the heinous sound of 2pac or Biggie yelling directly into their eardrums. They may be right about 2pac and Biggie but good rap is like the combination of a brain massage and a warm shower - the lyrics, the way they trickle, flow and tumble over each other, wash the mind and ripple through the body like acupuncture. They come full circle in their abundance and end up creating the same contemplative, soothing effect produced by the complete absence of words and beats in classical music.
Apologies for the digression. If the above sounds more off-putting than an R Kelly court case, stay with us. Pour yourself a couple fingers of Patron, and tune into The Rap Report (although it is highly likely to also include hip hop and RnB) as we cover the stocks, who’s going up and who’s going down in the genre named by it’s high priest Q-Tip as the ‘instinctive paths and travels of rhythm’, that you probably hate but need to love. Read More