De La Soul

After a guy just spinning some classic hip hop tunes (and doing the occasional beat juggling, not the best I have seen) it’s time for the real hip-hop masters to appear. The stage is very dark; you can just about make out someone when the lights flash on a bouncing medallion of bit of white t-shirt. The sounds are unmistakable as the trio from Long Island.



Usual turntabilist Pasemaster Mase is ill this evening, and Trugoy (yogurt backwards- original) is feeling it too. Though this doesn’t slow him much, he bounds off frontline partner Pos as they rally the crowd. The stand-in DJ has split the crowd in two down the middle for Trugoy and Pos to side over, though they think the people on the balcony are all VIP (I’m on there, I can assure you we aren’t!). Pos does have a walk over to sing between the so-called VIPs, then back on stage. The band still have a great sense of humour which nicely compliments their view on rapping about peace, instead of the heavy-handed gangsta rap that s(h)at on their music in the 1990’s. ‘Me, Myself And I’ is a welcome sing-a-long midway through the set, though it sounds like they are struggling with singing the catchy chorus (maybe the ill ones cover that bit) and leave it to the crowd to perform. At the end they try to get the crowd to say “I” just the way they like it, which takes various attempts. I never quite catch the correct way to say it, that one letter, but they have a laugh with the crowd trying to get there. There needs to be more rappers out there with skills at sampling and building up a good, meaningful tunes rather than depressing us all with talk of guns and slums.

FUTURE GIGS

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