Blast Beats is a column in which extreme music artists discuss their favorite hip-hop records
In today’s Blast Beats guitarist/vocalist of Brooklyn’s Godmaker, Pete Ross, stopped by to discuss his history with hip-hop as well as profess his adoration for the genre. Ross also included an extensive playlist of some of his all-time favorite jams. Check it all out below.
I guess this is more or less my love letter to hip hop. If there’s any style of music that is as cathartic as metal, it’s hip hop and at this point the genres of it are just as vast as metal.
I was born and raised up in the Bronx. My older brother was a rocker with a decent ear. Kiss, deep purple, zeppelin, venom and sabbath usually ruled the room me, him and my sis lived in. But, he had the first Run-Dmc record and he played it for a few weeks and I became a fan. I would watch Grandmaster Flash’ “the message” video and Kurtis blow on channel “U68” I was hooked. I was already raiding his record collection every time he’d split. But I think I had a birthday coming, so I asked for a “rap” record. My mom got me the “Whodini- Escape” LP.
Years later I’d be living in queens. I was introduced into NYHC and brought back to hip hop. My singer for the band I played in was a real interesting dude. He looked and dressed like a graffiti character in some writer’s black book, but way scarier. He was English and Puerto Rican, gigantic and moshed harder than you and most everyone else. He put me on to so much shit; I can’t count it.
I had never heard Crass or G.B.H. Conflict or Peter and the test tube babies, but on the flipside he was rockin’: kool g rap, Nas, Rakim, Gangstarr, Hyroglyphics, Gravediggas. At this time hip hop was a force and NYHC definitely took note. The beats were bumping streets all over. The word play was brilliant. It transported you to wherever they wanted you to go. The D.J.’s cutting and scratching were still just as important as the M.C.
I tried to do it…..Write a rhyme. I did. It was wack. Soooo wack.
Not everyone is fit to do it or talented enough. It truly is a skill and an art form. Anyone to dismiss hip-hop as anything else is just uninformed.
Years later I would date a comic artist who turned me on to the newer underground cats that were setting new bars. It’s funny cause those dudes I was listening to with her a bunch of years ago are now just starting to see success.
So yeah man. Peas porridge hot is my jam. R.A. The rugged man Is a fucking rap god. Kool g rap is a master story teller, Prince Paul is a genius, A.F.R.O. is the future and If you’re not paying attention to Dälek you’re straight fucking up.
The new hip hop is making huge waves. Making older cats pay attention. Good or bad. Change is evolution and hip-hop is as encompassing and as vast as metal. It’s just as varied, and messy, hardly categorized properly or correctly. That’s a good thing. I hope it continues to confuse/intrigue people of all walks of life.