…for the time being, at least, is the mighty Goldie Lookin’ Chain. Twelve white boys from Newport form a hip-hop collective. Simmer with witty production, slick-as lyrics, a wicked sense of humour and a kicking pair of trainers (well, Hi-Tec Silver Shadows, anyhow), and there you go.
Buy their single next month. It’s called Guns Don’t Kill People, Rappers Do, and it’s very good. It makes sense. You knows it, razzle fuckin’ dazzle…
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