Ruff House / Columbia CB791. 1993
One of the few rap groups I can be bothered with.
I'd like to have been in the room when they were getting it together - 'ok, you're doing the normal rapping stuff, you're doing the nasally stuff, so what do I do?' - 'Why don't you repeat the last two to four words of every line I do, but imagine you're trying to keep a turd in. You're really busting for a shit, but it's your turn to speak. All the time'.
I notice my copy of the first album has diskappeared. Bloody hell.
Yes, I like this. Makes me want to pop a cap in some punk's ass. Fat beats. Fat production. Sorry, PHAT.
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