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In 1983, a team of crack, draw, enthusiasts, created a master plan, a design for the way of living so revolution so ground breaking that its very concept posed a threat to the fabric of society.
And that about sums it up, the intro could not provide the story of the tracksuit wearing, and alleged weed smoking eight better. Eggsie, Xain, Adam Hussain, Two Hats, Mike Balls, Billy Webb, Mystikal and The Maggot met in a car park and that was that. Just as they brought together their personal styles, and creative flares, they bring together 13 fresh and witty tracks for their welcomed greatest hits, a varied mixture of urban poetry.
Packing a punch with their zany, mish mash of styles, including electro, disco, and a plethora of samples, and GLC provide the starters of what proves to be an interesting recipe. The icing on the cake is the cleverly funny and often controversial nature of the rap lyricists. Who cannot laugh at rap over a corrie style theme, and robbing a store with a space hopper? The nature of Self Suicide would be more suited to Eastenders, as GLC address, corporate suicide, referring to Kurt Cobain, Michael Hut hence and Jim Morrison, as victims of moneymaking schemes.
GLC use wit to convey messages, that underneath have a deeper meaning, current single, Gun's Don't Kill People, Rappers Do is a clever take on the governments view on rap and gun culture:
Guns don't kill people, rappers do, Ask any politician and they'll tell you it's true
Definite highlight is Half men Half Machine, an electro tinged offering, featuring a robot voiced rapper, who goes to the shops to buy ten fags, with tin foil on their head. Underneath, GLC address the hum drum of every day routine, and how it can send you mad.
The entire album is devoted to GLC's favourite decade, and Roller Disco is no exception. Eighties disco gone mad, think Dead Or Alive style beats, and there you have it. GLC transport you back to your youth, dancing to Thriller, and watching Grange Hill, but convey the message of discovering drugs and what they can do to you underneath, not one to be serious about a serious issue, they leave that to the government, and prefer to use wit.
You can't help be entertained by the interestingly humorous, You're Mothers Got A Penis, and the amusing So Solid Crew Parody, 21 Ounces To Blow.
GLC's it's funny because it's true nature, and meaningful, but lightly covered messages have meant successful festival stints, and will likely mean successful headline dates on their upcoming (watch out The Streets) An Ounce Don't Come For Free tour.