Quite some time ago, I posted the words of one of our (even longer ago) KCMU friends suggesting that Young MC had had his time in heavy rotation and that the powers that be give Big Daddy Kane a chance. (I’m not sure why it had to be a zero sum game, but that’s a discussion for another day.) That chance has finally come, at least as far as this blog series is concerned – and I’m sure the legendary Mr. Kane has been holding his breath in wait for this day to arrive.
Or maybe not. It sounds like he’s been busy working on the debut album from his new band, The Las Supper, which is allegedly to be released this year. Without Young MC to stand in his way, I have no doubt it will rocket right to heavy rotation.
“Big Daddy’s cooked up another batch of spare, funky monster grooves, with typically smart lyrics delivered with his trademark blurting rap style. Some may wonder how such a thoughtful promoter of knowledge and Pan-Africanism breaks out sexist and materialist album covers. Allah only knows. Anyway, this kicks harder than anything else in ’89. (Watch 2.4. The intro’s red dot, but it can be easily excised.)”
“I don’t know about all that. Sounds like a rap record to me.”
“Oh, Paul, Paul, Paul.”
“Is this a phallic symbol? [arrow pointing at champagne glass – or bottle?] Is this a comment on genital size?”
“Check out his eyebrows.”