Dear Pop Culture, I don’t want to talk about that new HBO series or debate this year’s Oscars. That’s boring. Let me introduce Halifax’s Fresh Flesh. Stacy Brown’s cassette-recorded Casio beats and Zoë Solomon’s stumbling rhymes about ham, miracle vomit and space diamonds are as consumer-friendly as performance art. These handmade cassettes are a breath of fresh air in our under-productive hip-hop scene and an inspiration to all television talkers to smash their laptops, do something interesting and get born.
This article appears in Dec 17-23, 2009.