Royal Rock AKA Suga-Free – “Pure Pimp”
I first heard about this through the always-most-excellent Cocaine Blunts blog. I think of all of my female relatives/friends with a poignant tear in my soul while I listen to the lyrics, but I’ve played this at parties before and watched some of said women go buck. So hey.

Inside Out – “Burning Fight”
You guys have no idea how hard we used to mosh to this 7″ (sike, i had the CD, would love the 7″ now though, matter fact). Full disclosure, I definitely still fuck with Evil Empire. The part during “Wind Below” when the raps start and the drums cut out while the guitar is like “eeeeeeeee-ooooooooo” and Zach D is like “Flip this capital eclipse” was a major moment, still is. And when I learned that he was in a hardcore band it kind of blew my young mind, the idea that new bands could have members of older ones. And then I played a tape of it to death. This was my favorite song.

Unfortunately Rage devolved into Brodioslave, and i never fucked with Soundgarden (maybe “Spoonman”, what can i say, aux percussion). Also Tom Morello seems like a cornball, and the drummer still does that thing where his head whips back every single time he hits the snare drum. However, Zack D has some new band with the drummer from GOLDEN, which gives me such a strong Maryland buzz.

I would also like to do a comprehensive tally of dudes who are deep into hip-hop, electronic noise, house, disco, or otherwise club music production who were really into hardcore/played in hardcore bands in the late 90s. I’ve already personally met a ton. Like, if you were into Side By Side in 1998 you are very likely into Three Six, rare Turkish funk, and Adonis in 2008.

MI AMI – “Pressure” Live in Chicago.
Oh guys they are gonna tear the roof off of something in the next few months. This video is from their best show (in my humble opinion) during our tour this past February. Sickness. Also you have NO IDEA how loud (and awesome) the shit was.

Midnight Express – “Danger Zone”

EDIT: I FOUND OUT THAT MIDNIGHT EXPRESS IS NOT FROM CA! I WAS MISTAKEN. So yeah, if you were to listen to this with the top down driving around CA, it would be quite righteous.

Thanks to for placing this treasure before my eyes. And a shout out to Dam Funk\, the funkiest dude out and about right now. Get that Burgundy City 12″!!!

In short, I can’t wait to be back in Cali, whenever that may be. I’m here dealing with this Maryland humidity scattered thunderstorm bullshit, thinking about my Cali buddies.


So, first, a big WHUT UP to everybody reading this. Thanks to everyone that’s heard our music and/or come to a show. Anybody who hasn’t, hopefully we’ll catch you on the next go-round.

This being my first post, I wanna talk about something that really inspired me as a kid: the movie House Party. It came out in 1990, so I was 7 years old, and it blew my 7 year old mind. The rapping, the dancing, the girls, the partying… I wanted to be a part of that world.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, here’s the breakdown. It stars rap duo Kid and Play as… Kid and Play, two high schoolers trying to throw a dope house party while Play’s parents are out of town. Problem is, Kid’s father won’t let him go because he got in a fight with the school bully earlier that day. There’s also a love-square (yep) between Kid, Play and the 2 flyest girls in school: Sidney and Sharane. Kid decides to sneak outta the house to attend the party, and chaos ensues. His father is tracking him down, the bullies are still trying to beat his ass, he has a rap battle AND a dance battle at the party, he has to carefully decide which girl he wants to pursue… and to top it all off, two bitch ass cops fuck with everyone the whole way through. If that’s not enough, peep this excerpt from Wikipedia’s plot summary: “After that, he jumps over a fence to get away, ending up looking in a window where a fat man is having rough sex with a hooker (*1).”

Any movie where Full Force are the main antagonists is worth a look. Oh, and this film contains what might be the only (if not, certainly the greatest) anti-anal-rape rap performance of all time. For real.

I chose a couple clips to post, but you should do yourself a favor and just buy the DVD (*2). The shit is great. Me, Occmo, VV and BFP (VV’s brother) were all just at my house watching it and it never gets old.

1. The Genius of Robin Harris – This is the greatest father in movie history. In this clip he’s at the party looking for his son (Kid). Trout-mouthed heathen is by far the funniest thing you could possibly call someone. Test-tube baby is a close second though.

2. The Flyest- This is the epic dance battle of the sexes. Kid and Play versus Sidney and Sharane (played by Tisha Campbell and AJ Johnson at their absolute finest). This is why I was always winning the dance contest (*3) at every family get-together. Me and my cousins stayed doin the Kid and Play dance. And peep Martin Lawrence as the DJ.

3. Inspiration – this might be the first rap battle I ever saw in my life. The way they were addressing each other through rhyme, the way the crowd was cheering, the energy… this scene kinda made me wanna be a MC. Look out for the girl dancin real hard in the corner with the red shirt and black gloves on. She was KILLIN IT.

I could write a book about House Party. There’s so much more cool/quirky/weird/awesome shit in it, but this post is long enough already. See it.

peace out,


*1. Nowhere in the film is it stated that the woman is a hooker. Is whoever wrote the wikipedia summary just assuming the woman was a prostitute because she was fuckin a fat guy? Come on now…
*2. While you’re at it, buy House Party 2 as well. It’s not as good, but it has some really funny parts. Kid and Play are in college and Full Force are the campus security guards. Nuff said.
*3. Usually at black family get-togethers, at some point all the kids have a dance contest. If you’re not black, you probably don’t know what I’m talking about. For my family, New Year’s Eve parties always became epic dance-offs. Try it at your next family gathering.

This shit is not safe for work, or children. I’m (VV) showing extreme amounts of bare doink, and I eat the planet. This video is proof, to me, that FFA is touching the hearts and minds of other people. A LOT of work went into a video that is essentially a NAKED ME, GALLAVANTING AROUND DOING INSANE THANGS. Beautiful. A hearty shout out to Martin Sulzer and The Landjugend for making it naked:


For my first post on this site, I’m going to use three (3) youtube videos to shine some light on where FFA is coming from (at least, from my perspective). I think an accurate representation would take about 126 youtube videos, but it could be done.

1. Jah Shaka tearing down a 90’s dance hall so hard that it sounds like Wolf Eyes or some shit. Check the vid around 6:16 for probably the most insane grooving i have ever seen. Also check for the excellent British white dudes with pre-rolled whiteboys behind their ears and like, Primal Scream t-shirts. Wine up I waist.

2. The first time (a very truncated) Food For Animals toured Europe, our booking agent Christoph (BILLA!!!!!) had an assistant who was, apparently, mean on the mic. The info I wrote when I uploaded this video two years ago (jesus) still rings the truest:

“Our friend from Berlin busting a serious move. Background beat courtesy of drunk Vulture V from Food For Animals and yelling courtesy of this US ex-patriot dude who was real lame.”

The best part about this video is that my friend Marc was living, for a time, with this German girl Agatha (sp?) and she translated the video for me, while listening to the lyrics on headphones:

“i’m pretty…I’m very beautiful…I’m cool…I’m cool…I’m awesome…I’m better than you at rapping…”

3. I recently read the “Invisible Jukebox” with Carl Craig from the latest issue of Wire magazine. At one point they play him “Sharevari” by A Number Of Names and he knows the song after the first clap. This is one of my all-time favorite songs; it’s so fucking coooool. I love in the video when the announcer mentions that people have called in requesting no videos, just dancing. Yes. I also love when the host butchers the group’s name and appears, undoubtedly, to be high as fuck on coke. Don’t stop till you jit enough: