When enmity has grown faint But still waxes and wanes Smoke screens dissipate Confronted with cliches That’s the crux of this pace When warrant falls into frame And they repreach and maim Bereft of intent and aim
They will call you by name
Insistent to constrain Notions of normal sustained
I’m a victor of process
And bound to result
Just plowing the field Relentlessly to no end
I’m a victim of the same old stuff My father was
Then time extends in pursuit of power On either side
Curves and bends
For the sulted hour
To form a line That tunnels deep Doesn’t cower And ascends high And subdivides
I’m a vitriolic mass of dynamite Just bound to ignite
Between the ides of now and then I’m a victim of the rise, the rush Beyond lexicon
Harsh Riddims chronicles the underground dance/hip-hop scene in Atlanta, and their latest compilation is full of oddball delights. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 14, 2020
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell