When will Hip Hop hurry up and diet?

By now you’ve probably been deeply shocked by Simon Reynolds’ latest article, though you’ve only got a couple of paragraphs in, paragraphs which let’s be honest, you didn’t really take on board because you were busy seething at the headline, not to mention still nursing your violently jerked knee from yesterday’s Speech Debelle debacle.

Maybe as I type you’re plotting some kind of summit to prove that Hip Hop is, as we all of course know, alive and well, though possibly living somewhere out in Buckinghamshire just up the road from the guy at Helly Hansen who you’re counting on sponsoring the event.

I wont be there unfortunately, I’ll be at home watching a boxset of The Wire from front to back with the same, all be it more robust lads who were with me when I bought my first Public Enemy LP from Our Price in Epsom. Yeah we keep it mad real, now pass me another burrito please Terry.

So when did we get fat, and what’s wrong with being fat anyway? Nothing obviously, just ask Fat Joe, Maseo from De La or most of the Boo Yaa Tribe or particularly Mr Marcel Theo Hall…