Song of the day – 517: Sasha Go Hard
Indulge me. I mean, you trust me, right? And while I appreciate that our tastes diverge on any number of occasions, at least I’m not talkin’ bout starting up another music writing website aimed at eulogising Class War enemies Mumford & Sons, at least you that I have a certain amount of consistency and history behind my choices. Not that it matters shit, of course. I interviewed Gravediggaz back in ’94 and I still enjoy that whole spooky horror show delight sound in hip-hop. Makes it feel orchestral, instrumental, not detrimental, know what I’m sayin’? This is where I’m at today.
This is the Age of the Song, gloriously returned. At 17, I had no time for anything else. At 51, I still have no time for anything else, although for different reasons. This means that I have no knowledge of Sasha Go Hard beyond what follows which, yeah sure, is the way I like it. Listen, I ain’t got nothing against bringing my prejudices and agendas to the table – at least I acknowledge them – but that ain’t what’s going on here. (See comment about Wu-Tang above: this music is familiar to me, but I am totally digging the female groove on top.) I like the immediacy, the immersion into alien worlds. I like living vicariously, on occasion. I like the energy here, the groove. I like the Sassy. I like Sasha Go Hard, whoever the fuck she may be… or least ways I certainly like this one track:
Here, I found another one and it’s just as fine. Even Radiohead fans could enjoy this.
And another. So what’s your problem here, bitch? Low attention span? Yeah, we all got that.