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By The Ruby Kid

Any attempt to deal with the relationship between spoken-word poetry and rap must at some point collapse into semantics. What distinguishes a rap verse, delivered acappella, from a spoken-word poem? Is it “rap” when it’s on the beat, and spoken-word when not? Is “rap” distinguished by the requirement to match the cadence of the lyrics to the rhythm of the beat, and the requirement to rhyme? Where then do rappers who experiment in disjuncture between lyrics and beat, and play with assonance, consonance, and half-rhyme, fit in?

I don’t have the answers to these questions – and if I did, I don’t think I could communicate them in a single blog post. I’m just raising them to show that the distinctions between spoken-word and rap as lyrical/poetic/verse-based (there’s the semantics; take your pick) artforms are, to say the least, blurred. I think rappers should engage with the spoken-word scene, and I think poets should engage with hip-hop.

What I can try and do in this blog post is provide an extremely cursory introduction to some exciting stuff that’s going on, and speak about some areas where I think the hip-hop scene could learn from its spoken-word scene cousin.

Despite the great work that initiatives like Brighton’s “Poets vs MCs” clash have done to bring the poetry and hip-hop scenes into active, face-to-face engagement with each other, and despite Mark Grist’s admirable work in the battle scene right now, there’s still a lot of prejudice. I think a lot of hip-hop heads’ image of spoken-word still looks a lot like this, and in the poetry scene there’s still a lot of tired, hackneyed misconceptions about hip-hop being all about “guns, bitches and bling.”

Although poetry is hardly a mass cultural pursuit, spoken-word scenes are burgeoning in the UK and there’s almost certainly something exciting going on right in your back yard. London is the hub for a lot of what’s going on right now. Again, that’s not a value judgement, just a recognition of where things are at. There’s plenty of dope stuff going on outside the capital – Bournemouth’s Freeway Poets, Nottingham’s Mouthy Poets and Sheffield’s Word Life are just three off the top of my head. Hammer & Tongue and Apples & Snakes also run events across the country. But London’s where I’m at right now so I’ll write on what I know.

Regular nights like Chill Pill, Bang Said The Gun, Wordamouth, Kid, I Wrote Back, Tongue Fu, Come Rhyme With Me and many more showcase an incredibly diverse range of poetic talent. Importantly, most have an open mic attached. As someone with a foot in both camps, so to speak, this is an area in which I think the hip-hop scene could learn from the poetry scene. Although London does play host to some great regular hip-hop open mics (Fat Gold Chain, Lyricists Lounge and Don’t Flop’s new “Don’t Hog” event, for instance), the atmosphere there is highly competitive. That’s not a bad thing; that’s always been an aspect of hip-hop and the same culture exists in poetry too in the form of slams. But the spoken-word scene is also home to open mic events where aspiring writers can test out new material, hone their stage skills and get some constructive feedback in a supportive environment. If an equivalent exists in the rap scene, I haven’t encountered it yet.

Spoken-word artist Raymond Antrobus.

Something else I think the spoken-word scene does incredibly well that hip-hop could learn from is stylistic diversity. At a spoken-word night in London you might encounter Rachel Rose Reid (a poet, singer and storyteller whose performance subtly weaves different folkloric traditions together) performing alongside Anthony Anaxagorou, an intense writer and performer who writes about, among other things, the history of modern racism. You can catch Raymond Antrobus, whose back-catalogue includes heartfelt poems about his grandmother as well as Dali-esque image-scapes about surreal dreamworlds, holding it down alongside Bridget Minamore, speaking on Palestinian rights, Häagen-Dazs ice-cream and hiding from boys at house parties (sometimes in the same poem). You’ll find artists like the Musa Okwonga/Giles Hayter collaboration The King’s Will and Joshua Idehen (of Benin City) conducting experiments in poetry and sound. You’ll find Simon Mole and Polarbear writing one-man spoken-word shows and selling out theatres.

There’s a kind of official, sanctioned diversity in the hip-hop scene which often feels incredibly sterile. You can rap how you like, as long as you fit into one of a series of pre-determined boxes – “conscious” rapper, “street” rapper, “comedy” rapper, “horrocore” rapper…

The poetry scene has its formulae and dogma too but it’s incredibly rare to hear anyone claim that they write “real” poetry, whereas everyone else doesn’t. Flip that up and think about how many times you’ve heard a rapper claim that they make “real” hip-hop, and everyone else is “fake”. If you’re a rapper who finds that kind of artistic dogmatism and conservatism tiresome and cosseting, you should think about venturing the way of your nearest poetry open mic.

Something else I think the poetry scene has up on the hip-hop scene is its political culture around gender and sexuality. Put bluntly, there are more women and LGBT people involved in the poetry scene – both as artists and in other capacities – than there are in the hip-hop scene. I think that’s a good thing. If you think the hegemony of straight men over the rap scene is something to be maintained, then we need to have a different discussion. But if you think it’d be good if that hegemony was challenged, then a closer engagement between the hip-hop scene and the spoken-word scene is at least a potential way to begin doing that.

The kind of crossover and engagement that I’m talking about already happens in an incidental way. I’ve played a hip-hop set at Chill Pill, and Mystro’s playing there in March. Poets like Simon Mole, Polarbear and John “Berko” Berkavitch can rock a track as well as a page. Scroobius Pip is signed to Sage Francis’s record label, Kate Tempest is selling out tours with her band, Taskforce vet Chester P is gigging with a spoken-word set now and Akala is equally at home smashing an SB.TV F64 as he is schooling people about Shakespeare (his “Hip-Hop Shakespeare Company” show has a nice bit in it where he reads out various snippets of verse and asks the audience to guess whether they come from Shakespeare or a rap lyric. The answers are always surprising).

This article has been written for hip-hop heads. I didn’t quite intend this when I started writing it but it’s ended up being a mild polemic for why rappers should engage with the spoken-word scene (I added the title retrospectively). Certainly, I could write an equivalent article that shoots in the other direction; there are still an awful lot of hang-ups and prejudices, some of them latently racist and a lot of them classist, in the poetry world about hip-hop, grime and other lyrical artforms. They need challenging too.

Personally I’m pretty libertarian in my attitudes to art; ultimately I think people should make the art they want to make and we shouldn’t put restrictions on it by insisting on dividing everything up by “genre”, “scene” or even form. But while such divisions exist, I think we can help create a better, more liberating artistic culture by trying to erode them by dynamic engagements between artforms and artistic communities that, to return to the point that opened this article, already have a great deal in common.

The engagement won’t be seamless. Of course there’ll be tensions, clashes and contradictions; that’s fine. In fact, a lot of the time, that’s where the best art gets made.

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The Ruby Kid is a hip-hop artist and poet based in London, but originally from Nottingham (via Sheffield, and with roots in New York’s Jewish community). On Monday 19 March he will host, and perform at, Out-Spoken at Proud Galleries, Camden. “Out-Spoken” is a showcase of some of London’s best spoken-word and hip-hop talent, featuring Anthony Anaxogorou (with Godfly), Raymond Antrobus, Nia Barge, Brotherman, Nate, and The King’s Will.

The not so best kept secret in rap music, zeitgeist-defining emcee Jehst is an artist who remains insouciant to popular musical trends. Even his self-financed label and brand YNR Productions, with its huge legacy in UK hip-hop, runs counter to the furious momentum of an over-sanitized, pop-heavy contemporary hip-hop industry, and averse to the transient and disposable products it churns out systematically. Indeed in an age of seemingly limitless broadband-enabled possibilities, it’s a rarity that musicians nowadays defy the digital age by choosing to forgo the instant gratification provided by modern technologies; however indifferent he is to the likes of Pro-Tools and Myspace, Jehst is by no means an anachronism though. His new album shows he has evolved organically as an artist in terms of themes and content, but also that he continues to distance himself from others by favouring a certain oldskool slowness and a skillful patience that is truly hard to find in age where many musicians favour spending most of their day tweeting furiously from their Blackberry. Taking time to hone your craft seems scarcely to matter any more — but Jehst is an exception. Venerated as one of UK hip-hop’s greatest ever practitioners, Jehst’s name alone carries with it significant clout; and his new album, which is devoid of guest features, is an intensely personal affair and a monument to its authors seniority in the game. Indeed, the unimpeachable quality exuding from this album more than demonstrates that Jehst is in no way, open for crossover incursions. Call him an elder statesman and preserver of traditional UK rap music.

His last CD was The Mengi Bus Mixtape released back in ’07, which means us fans and enthusiasts have had to wait a full 4 years for a brand new release . It got to a point where rumours were eventually circulating that Jehst had retired from rap. Lo and behold a viral video titled ‘Jehst is my Postman!?‘  pops up on YouTube with a covert film appearing to show the UK hip-hop heavyweight making ends meet working as a postman. A frenzy of blog activity followed as it was widely believed that we’d just witnessed the fall of a true legend. Perhaps unusually for the analogue rapper, he’d actually crafted an elaborate PR stunt via the internet, thus providing a smokescreen for one of hip-hop’s greatest comebacks. A second video was released following on from the secret footage to form a full-fledged music video for his new single, ‘Starting Over’. The video sees Jehst roaming busy London streets delivering items of post to the likes of Chemo, Teef, Stig of the DumpQ UniqueMystro, Jyager and Kid Kanevil. It is simply brilliant. Furthermore it heralded not only his epic comeback, but also the promise of a new album — only his second in a career that now spans over a decade.

The Dragon of an Ordinary Family brings a welcome sense of familiarity with Jehst’s trademark languid drawl and evocative lyricism set to a superlative selection of beats ranging from dusty lo-fi to raucous boom-bap, all displaying an exceptional grasp of hip-hop’s essential harmonic and melodic infrastructure. Sounding ever-so-slightly stoned over beats, his marijuana-induced meditations amidst the bleak urban aesthetics inspired by his school days spent in the decaying post-industrial landscape of Huddersfield, his album is is a rich, intoxicating blend that is enhanced by his own superb production on 5 of the album’s 16 tracks as well as input from such luminaries as Jazz T, Chemo, Jon Phonics, Zygote, LG, and Mr Thing.

The album’s production is awesome: from elusive flutter tongue flute melodies combined with a natty walking bass in’The Illest’, to joints like ‘Timeless’ and ‘Killer Instinct’ which are interpolated by zoned-out synths that blare subtly in the background, providing textural contrast with voluminous old-flavour hip-hop soundbeds, ofen interlaced with delicious soul and jazz riffs, and even 80s rave samples in ‘Sounds Like Money’. The track is slightly off-kilter in tone and features some wonderful turns of phrase: “Stakes is high — gentleman’s wager / 80s yuppie brick phone and a pager.” Carrying his rhyme with an air of nonchalant slacker-cool, Jehst is less about the verbal acrobatics, and more about the lyrics: he’s quite loquacious but also very low-key. Versatility is also a trademark of his, being equally adept at delivering rhymes with direct meaning, or merely being whimsical such as in the excellent ‘Camberwell Carrots’, where he shows a wonderful predilection for dreamy and abstract imagery: “I’m the shining star, lightening spark/ Camberwell Carrots, I can see in the dark.” Whilst floating over the crisp cumulative instrumentals he also blithely throws in the odd nugget of clever wordplay for good measure, without ever using them gratuitously: “Double-jointed, blazin’ two joints at a time.

In contrast to previous releases, social critique provides a conspicuous contextual thread in the album: “It’s plain dumb, how an Iraqi and a kid from Hackney can be killed by the same gun.” Far from being a vociferous flag-bearer for the disenfranchised and the excessively politicised in hip-hop however, Jehst is a voice that resonates better with those who prefer their hip-hop rooted in gritty and realistic social observations without dabbling in the dubious conspiracy theorizing and self-righteous establishment-bashing of many so-called conscious MC’s. The album’s standout track ‘England’ is a prime example of this: featuring a haunting minor piano loop courtesy from Beat Butcha, one of the most ubiquitous A-list beatmakers in UK hip-hop over the last decade, Jehst depicts an honest portrait of the nation and its an endemic and deep-rooted problems with without recourse to saturating his rhymes in vitriolic bitterness — a sign of an artist with genuine artistic subtlety and one who has refined his craft perfectly over the years.

Overall, the album represents a conscious change in sound and style without necessarily being to the detriment of the sublime quality for which he is renowned. With 16 tracks it runs a little long, but then again, I’m not complaining and, judging this album in abstraction from Jehst’s prior acclaim and venerable past, it’s still virtually faultless in every respect. A true masterpiece of our time.

http://www.ynr-productions.co.uk/

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