This November sees three members of the Second Son team take on the task of growing their very own moustaches, in aid of helping raise awareness and money for Cancer research. Now to be fair these boys have had a bit of a history with the tache, and have had designs on a handlebar and mutton chops for quite some time now, so they didn’t take much pursuading. Our bestest salesman and all round great white hope, Nick Hughes has long been a fan of the tache, not to mention the sidesweep combe-over, and is a furious collector of cut-throat razor blades great and small. In fact, you could call him a bit of a hair enthusiast really, from a simple a la souvarov, to the chin puff and fu manchu, this boys a fan of it all.
Nick pursuaded the rest of us to join in on the act, and joining him will be our very own lady-killer version of Kenny Everett and party boy extraordinaire Toby Russell, and Jared Leto’s slightly hairier twin brother Rufus Exton.
Some of the more beardedly challenged among us have had to sit this one out, plus there is certainly only room for one giant ginger tache in the Second Son camp. I personally offered to grow what could be called a tache (depending on how much your face looks like my crotch) however my enthusiastic approaches were met by what I can only describe as silent jealousy on my colleagues part, Movembers loss no doubt.
But enough with the stupid shit, please ,please, please follow the link to Nick’s page on the Movember site and support this overwhelmingly important cause as best you can, we promise to bless you with a fabulous montage of moustaches at the end of it all.
Last week I posted up the new video for Foreign Beggar’s ‘Contact’. This week I just wanted to remind you that their album, ‘United Colours of Beggattron’ which came out on October 6th is a massive album, and you really need to go cop that. It’s jam packed with production from Noisia, 2Tall, Ghosttown and Dag Nabbit, plus features from the likes of heavyweight lyricists Guilty Simpson & Phat Kat, X-Factor’s Graziella, and classic British rhymers like Jehst and Kyza to name a few.
Shouts to Orifice Vulgatron for rocking the Tea-Cup-Thug steez while out on tour! Respect Sir!
Session really likes Halloween…like a lot, so much so in fact, that he’s done a special Halloween mix for you lot to get funky to, or whatever it is that you do to stuff. I generally get jaded and head home early, but not when this chap is playing obviously, that would be rude.
You may not have heard of Aspex yet, but you will soon. There’s alot of cats doing the hip hop thing, and probably even more doing the grime thing, so when people like me post up videos and links to ‘yet another rapper’, you wouldn’t be blamed for walking on by with out a second look. Aspex is a different prospect however, from the ‘Channel U yout’s’ and whiney little fakers that so often seem to dillute what Britain has to offer in terms of lyricism. And lyricism, if that is any quality to be upholded by todays industry, is exactly what Aspex brings to the table.
After a couple of years working with the prolific producer Merlin, and on multiple projects including a mixtape with his boys 2Aggi Ent. Aspex has finally dropped his solo mixtape, ‘No Days Off’. This guys workrate is phenomanal, a truly talented rapper with a lot more to say than the usual ‘lifes hard in the endz’ and ‘my flow is better than yours’ type bragadocious shit. I mean, life probably is hard in the endz, and his flows probably are better than yours, and mine, but Aspex knows full well how to deliver narrative, content, poignancy and a hard punchline to match. This dude is one of the good guys in the game, so we’re hoping to see him win. Support good music and check out his video for ‘Blood Pressure’ below.
The mixtape ‘No Days Off’ is currently available on i-tunes, and you can check out more from Aspex, videos and tunes here.
Here’s a little something for anyone out there with self-esteem issues when it comes to picking up girls. We’ve all had our fair share of embarrassing moments, like the time I told a French chick that I’d asked for her number because she looked like an absolute slapper (long story, I was trying to impress her by repeating a French word I’d heard her use but that I had clearly not understood at all. Suffice to say that this was a deal-breaker.)
But no matter what you do, it would be very, very difficult to be any less attractive to women than this dude who left a series of voicemails for a girl he’d approached in the street that range from ludicrously arrogant (”women approach me 6 or 7 times a day”, “your friends were envious of the fact that I approached you”, “I’m very intelligent, I’m great in bed, I make great money”) to horribly pretentious (”I’m working on a movie script”) to completely irrelevant (”I’m Greek”) to absolutely insane (”maybe you didn’t call me back because you were abused in childhood”).
Luckily the lady in question sent these recordings to her local radio show so that the world can learn from this man’s bounteous dating wisdom. Peep lack of game here - only question is whether or not it’s real I suppose, as subsequent research reveals that the guy appears to be a self-professed “pick-up artist”…
