REQ ONE (beats), BENJAMIN (turntables), CHASE ROCKWELL (beatboxxx), CLEV CLEVERLEY (hype man), ROSS ORTON (production), ROB GORDON (mastering)...
Who’s bang in the thick of things? This motley crew is spearheaded by South Yorkshire's own funk freakster KID ACNE, busy slamming it with his very own Northern attack on complacency.
Computer game noise, darkened rock music and home-made beats join forces with The Kid’s beatbox dependent sensibilities to devastating effect, as, slating and sledging it up like Red Seal off the machete, yer boy Ackers kicks off with blistering single ‘Eddy Fresh’.
“Ask yerself, who yer tryin to target?” he asks disdainfully as the retro electro seeps through the mix and the capital’s RnB blurb takes a pounding.
‘Don’t Pity Me’ sees Acne dropping an acid head twisted warp out - this gangsta trippin’ psycho mental stream of consciousness is followed up swiftly with the Yeti freestylin’ aggression of ‘Roc Roc Radio’
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So he owes us the beautiful and alcoholic ‘Fcuk All Lately’ (aah, the use of samples!) and the demented sink chiller ‘2, 3, Breakit’, a loud and proud drum crashing rabble rouser of some force
‘South Yorks’ marks out the territory in electro bleeps and horn samples, the Crystal Peaks eerie irie immortalising Sheffield legend Donkeyman, he of blues club infamy, whilst the sharpened sledge of bitchy ‘You’re Not Wrong’ celebrates the bumpkin freestyle in fine style.
“I got two fones like a drug dealer/two fones like a drug dealer” Kid Acne intones elsewhere, and the smile inducing rhymes continue on throughout this compelling and engaging record. Superb.
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