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 Kid Acne Council Pop LP
What made the last few years of Hip-Hop interesting in this country was the sheer diversity from the likes of Mud, Roots Manuva, Deckwrecka and Lewis Parker- all exploring new territory, and a viable alternative to the rotting remains of the US market and our own depleted product.
And what do we have now?
Yeah there’s a little bit of money floating round. So fucking what? It’s like a bunch of people climbed to the top of the ice palace and, so pleased by their achievements, started playing the biscuit game. Then another group made it to the top and were so impressed by the on-going biscuit action, they decided to start their own digestive based entertainment. Both groups are so happy with the mutual benefits, they’ve failed to notice all the heavy friction has caused the ice palace to begin melting into the ocean below. Soon there’ll be a race for the life jackets, believe me.
So what the fuck has all this got to do with Kid Acne?
From the evidence of this 12 tracker, Kid Acne and able-cohort Req One (on the production), have heeded the flood warnings and plotted a safe course through the rising and ever dangerous biscuit infested waters.
Coming from the Steel City, this set has some appropriately strong drums throughout, reminiscent of early UK shit and a little hint of Marley and 45 King (tuff kicks and snares). Lyrically the whole set is about as straight up in terms of flow, cadence and delivery as it gets (originating from this country), and there’s not a single awkward sounding blud reference in sight. Which is a topic covered on the large sounding ‘Radio Music’. Just check the chorus for the full low-down.
Other highlights include ‘Junction 20’, a well observed and clever piece of commentary over little more than vibes, and ‘Hooligan 78’ with its “If you don’t like the way I spit on the breaks, fuck you, fuck your mates and fuck your mates mates” chorus. And if anyone knows the break at the beginning of ‘Hooligan’ please mail me ‘cause it’s doing my nut just sO000ooo.
Topped and tailed with some chunky beatbox and a joint called ‘9T4 Rugged’ interpolating some of Roy Walker’s finest work into the chorus, how could you pass on this set?
‘Council Pop’ deserves to blow…like your Mum.
- Eddie Venom
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