There’s nothing that I hate more than being a cliché; it’s one of the main reasons I don’t drink Colt 45, smoke Newports or shag white women. That said, I’ve found myself in the position of actually becoming a different cliché; the net writer.
I mean, I loved Little Brother’s The Minstrel Show and Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor. I second guess Jay-Z’s decisions as Def Jam prez, and championed Fiona Apple’s Extraordinary Machine. And now there’s my love for Sa-Ra. God, I’m such a cliché.
I can’t help it, though. I mean, unbeknownst to myself, I became a fan of Sa-Ra when I was listening to Bilal’s Love for Sale. Y’see, it featured “Hollywood”, a song produced by Sa-Ra. I didn’t find that out until I recently heard the Sa-Ra sampler Set Ups & Justifications, which included their version of “Hollywood” (here’s a snippet of the track).
It’s really kind of hard for me to pinpoint what I dig most about Sa-Ra. I think that it’s probably because they sound like nothing else, which is refreshing. Their sound has been likened to a modern day Native Tongues, which works, even if it limits. They’ve been called funky, but they’re more than funky. I’m hoping that they’re the future.
Anyway, Sa-Ra’s Black Fuzz is one of the albums that I’m most looking forward to hearing this year, if only to hear something new.
