THE LENNY BRISCOE II REPORT

                                                                THE FLY EP In an era where so-called beef is being flung about like a food fight in an abattoir, The Fly EP is a (desperately needed) breath of fresh air. Producer Likwid Ice collaborates with Kwadjo Spiri, the MC, for this groundbreaking 5-track opus. If you are a supporter of incoherent “mumble-rap” or rappers shooting off their mouths all the time about popping off imaginary guns or popping non-existent tags or ghost champagne bottles then I suggest you stop reading HERE . I have nothing against them, I just couldn’t resist a dig, you dig? Obviously, there’s a healthy bit of braggadocio on this EP because…well, because it’s a part of hip-hop culture. On the whole though, Spiri delivers intelligent bars in Twi, Pidgin English and Queen’s English over reverb sample heavy Likwid Ice beats about history, wack rappers, haters, the God subject, love and spirituality.  Medofo Pa (My Love) On Track 1

                                                                THE SQUAD Minutes after Sally's chilling statement, the little melee is almost forgotten when we hear a loud business-like screech of car tyres outside. My first thought is “it is the police”. That is when I realise that Farouq had sneaked outside perhaps to have a cigarette or escape due attention. Too late, he’s gone , I think. I rush outside and it’s anything but a squad car that had made that grand appearance. It is a battered banger of a vehicle with blacked out windows that had ground to a halt in front of the joint. Out step a few individuals clad in black hoods and track bottoms. The youngest one of the lot remains behind the wheels and rolls his window down casually. The leader of the out-steppers who looks about 40ish walks purposefully towards Farouq’s group of friends. That is when I notice Farouq the spitter himself. He tries to make an escape by taking to his heels – which I suppose gives t