Now, that’s more like it.
Thirstin Howl, perhaps more than any rapper still active other than Ghostface, has always repped for that ’87-’92 NYC everything era even as his styles progressed. I know the homies with blogs titled “Uncanny Era” and “Lattisaw Tapes” and “It Was Posted” and the like have to be feeling this: Thirstin channeling Brother J with some perfect Professor X ad-libbing thrown into the mix. This will transport you to that time, isolating only the good parts. Black boot stomping. X-Clan hair with dreads at the top of your fade. Forever scrounging for enough spare cash to hit the arcades or the record store. Army gear and Calvin Coolers. Africa medallions and Airmax 1s. You get the picture. — Thun