THE UNDERGROUND || THROWBACKS PT 2 || The Good ol' South
by Sabla of GoldenSense
(Lets out long sigh) Am I the only one who misses this music? I doubt it! This week I brought back the good old days of the “Dirty South” with Part 2 of The Underground’s Throwbacks. From Ludacris with the cornrolls to Petey Pablo giving an ode to the freaks to Chingy giving us a good dosage of some south slang. The early 2000’s was the birth of South Hip Hop to mainstream America and overall the golden age of the music. Only if you knew how many more songs I wanted to post up here.
The Underground || Listen to A Yellow Man
by Sabla` of GoldenSense
I’m taking it overseas to the UK where a London based soulful hip hop triad resides called A Yellow Man. A Yellow Man consist of two rapper siblings Samuel and Emmanuel and friend singer Demae. They describe their music as soulful, electro, experimental hip hop and I couldn’t agree more. I’ve been listening to A Yellow Man since 2011 and at the moment they only have two tracks out, “My Lyrics Are Alive” and “3000 miles to youth,” I’m sure they have some great music that’s being perfected for 2013. What attracts me to their music is their dynamic flow and the female member Demae, whose voice is so effortlessly beautiful. She’s definitely what adds the soul to this group. I haven’t seen a group like such musically but visually for me, they are so reminiscent of 90’s hip hop trio Digable Planets who also had a female member but she was a rapper. A Yellow Man’s music is closely infused with their spiritual beliefs, them all being christian, it also relays back to the choice to name their collective A Yellow Man. Watch the full video below to find out more or skip to 3:38 to hear their music.
The Underground by Seamus HeaneyAndrew Scott
There we were in the vaulted tunnel running,
You in your going-away coat speeding ahead
And me, me then like a fleet god gaining
Upon you before you turned to a reed
Or some new white flower japped with crimson
As the coat flapped wild and button after button
Sprang off and fell in a trail
Between the Underground and the Albert Hall.
Honeymooning, moonlighting, late for the Proms,
Our echoes die in that corridor and now
I come as Hansel came on the moonlit stones
Retracing the path back, lifting the buttons
To end up in a draughty lamplit station
After the trains have gone, the wet track
Bared and tensed as I am, all attention
For your step following and damned if I look back.
The Underground, Seamus Heaney