WE INTERRUPT MONOTONY FOR THIS SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN

Let's talk about Metropolis which is itself a biography of Bamboo. The album sleeve itself is a devilish scene of gigantic dollarsign-clad prostitutes cavalcading the streets. Bamboo is Philadelphia born and raised 14 years, and acclamated firsthand to the violence and self hatred of his ever-homicidal city. He knows the streets. He understands concealed sadness of the suburbs. 90 ciphers deep. A staging of show-and-prove coup-de-tats. He honors the east coast and lived on the west, he is half italian, half-jewish, half-fighter, half-buddhist, forever the exiled, the floater, he offers a glimpse at modern life as if through the eyes of a timeless yogi. Tired of both apathetic pop stars and snobby “oldschool rap elititists”, Bamboo tiptoes effortlessly between everyone’s boundaries and stomps them into non-existence. He is essentially homeless-as was the Buddha. The messages are imperative, a Rap Jack Kerouac for his disenfranchised, book-hating generation. The yearn to love again.

The warrior wails. An album that’ll make street kids want to hop in the ride and see the country side. An expedition in freedom. An alarm clock boombox. Replete with cherished rap staples like hard and jazzy boombap beats and fanciful flows yet brimming with brand new fusions, innovative styles and recipes of relevance. It's less preachey, more kid-out-back of the church crooning. Labels anon. Just a hiphop album full of classick badass music that appeals to both hardcore hip-hoppers as well as the masses – because “regular folks” deserve to be lured into a majestick rap journey too. He is fuming, relentless, likeable, funky, flawed; a heroic peer of the common man. With the guillotinish scratches of DJ Drumatic. a manipulator of time, with 30s golden age radio a sad soliloquy styles througout. Weightless. A thunderstorm, a monsoon, a sunshower and slow fall afternoon crammed into a single cloud with his roots in philly and his flowers in california, Bam admits he “aint a superhero" by he's on his way. He doesn’t ask for permission, he takes it. He doesn’t ask for love, he demands it. So show your shame! The only villain emerging is the lackadaisy, ungilded, ungolden truth. And a permit to punkrock the party.

A WEIRD SORT OF PROPAGANDA THAT CLAIMS LOVE ITSELF IS POWER

"…and at the same time a trail of tiny treasures. At times vulnerable, at times cocky as hell with classic philly no-bullshit prose yet always a welcoming to exist vicariously through the emphatic cadences on shitty days or just to feel like a superhero for an afternoon jaunt"

"…It’s a love story, this metropolis, the tale of a young man’s passion for people, the kind with a couple feet."

"..His lyrical content shames bitches and hoes into an outright rejection of wealth, business and the modern community-model itself. His pounding music ricochets through residential sewerlines and has lately, as it emerges from shadows like beanstalk and ivy caused hallucenogenic visions as real as ones own nightmare."

BAMBOO'S CREW

"You'll be meeting my crew soon with production by Drumatic and Llingo Apt and performances by Wisedome, Ikan and Llingo." - Bamboo