Friends of Friends Music
5029 York Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90042
www.fofmusic.net lazybrow@fofmusic.net
From the UK via Liberia, Nigeria and Scotland,
Young Fathers have pursued a unique trajectory,
from mid-teen hip hop trio via psych-pop rap to
where they are now, on their own original island
thrown up by a pop volcano, tectonic plates of
genres rubbing up against each other like undersea dirty party-people; seams of molten pop
history spewing lava more fertile than guano,
upon which the rich foliage of hook, rhythm and
bass grow immodestly in the sun.
Young Fathers –
‘Dead’ LP
Label: Anticon / Big Dada
Release Date: Feb 4th, 2014
Track listing:
01. No Way
02. Low
03. Just Another Bullet
04. War
05. Get Up
06. Dip
07. Paying
08. Mmmh Mmmh
09. Hangman
10. Am I Not Your Boy
11. I’ve Arrived
Here they are then, alternating spells in the
basement creating with alchemy massive bass
on sheets of flash and mantronik steel, forged in
an African fire, their new full length album entitled
DEAD, due out on Anticon and Big Dada in the
new year.
Loquacious Alloysious Massaquoi, lithe and
graceful on stage, can take it from down and dirty
to beatified choir boy in a musical phrase;
growling and whispering 'G', gazing into the
spotlight, transfixed by his own rhythms, pleading
with the crowd to just, get it; exploding Kayus,
whose overproof rapping can rip holes in walls
without a microphone, hinting at dark deeds
known and done, Ole Dirty Bastard's bastard son.
A stream of self-conceived and directed videos, a
tie-in with Ch4 and Lemonade Money for the
short films broadcast in 2013 featuring them and
their music, hosting a friday night tombstone slot
through October on BBC R1xtra, curating a
monthly night in Glasgow at Broadcast (Back Off
Devil), this plus upcoming tours of France, where
TAPE TWO has been greeted with the classic
Gallic understanding of all things dark-rocknroll
(where Jim Morrison is apparently buried),
touring the UK and the rest of Europe in the new
year, all means that Young Fathers will hardly
have time to think, let alone roam the gothic
streets of old Edinburgh, hanging with friends.
They are committed, on course, irrefutably
aligned with the stars, set to sail the globe like a
ghost ship, bringing dread and joy to safe
harbours and dangerous docks. Traveling with
sails tattered and billowing from a mistral,
channeled from the west coast of Africa to the
east and the north of Britain, unfettered and
multinational.
Leeor Brown – leeor@fofmusic.net
Julian Schoen – Julian@fofmusic.net