TykoonSuit

Hip Hop Cape Town South Africa

Monday, March 27, 2006


Tykoon Suit -Smart Casual 2006
Photographer :Yasser Booley for Impi

It seems Digger could not actually piece together what he was hearing through the door.
It had been six days now, and the hallucinogenic Kalahari Khoi-San roots were finally wearing off. The slow drone of bass earth frequencies, and broken beats that had been playing on his mind, had somehow become his reality, his escape, his refuge.
Digger pushed the buzzer, holding on tightly to the last package he had to deliver for the Academy. It had been a long week, and the African heat showed no signs of letting up.
The smell was the first thing to hit Digger.
The smell of hydro skunk, expensive whores, Jack Daniels and something else he just could not put his finger on.
The apartment was large, open plan, mirrors on all the ceilings. Expensive up in here, thought Digger, pulling out his Dunhill lighter.
Smoking was one of the things he promised himself to give up,
But the odd cigar every day would surely not get the better of him.
Benny Wong took the package and headed back to a large glass table surrounded by a group of exotic women.
The beats were still kicking, the basslines still melting…
That Kalahari stuff rocks thought Digger, making a mental note to hook up with
Bebe Pleez later in the week. Failed exotic dancers have to make a living too, and Bebe was a leader in the field of hallucinogenic entertainment, and background vocalistics.
Benny was pleased, new porn from his cousin Neon Don in Malaysia.
Good stuff was hard to find, and Neon somehow always had his finger on the pulse.
The Academy was living up to its name and with Don in charge, life was good.
Benny the art dealer, Benny the pimp, Benny the beat-maker, Benny the hustler,
or just Uncle Benny, to his friends.
How few they were now, ever since the day that he started making beats.
Sounds strange, but after the new samples came, he had never looked back.
Searching for the holy grail of beats and samples, trying to outdo even his hero’s.
Sampling old tunes, new tunes, looking at structures. Trying to find the perfect combination.
And somehow he had done it, after 3 long years with all the music in place it was finally time to find the perfect rappers to finish the project.
It was then the unexplained happened. Digger started flowing over the sound of the beats.
Like a frame on a Monet, Benny saw the last 3 years fall into place.
It was art, it was fun, it was poking fun, finally escapist –hop had a home.
And so…Tykoon Suit was born.
With two official releases firmly tucked under their snakeskin belts through
African Dope records, the world is now starting to ask questions…

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