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Straight Outta Putney

In a special review segment, Dom Kureen got in touch with 90’s hip-hop almanac Sam Cox to discuss the finer points of recently released N.W.A biopic “Straight Outta Compton”.

DK: Hello Sam; as a musician who grew up heavily influenced by 1990’s hip-hop, what are your overriding thoughts about “Straight Outta Compton” the movie?

SC: The film was visually impressive, obviously sounded good but felt weak. I imagine it’s what 50 Shades of grey felt like on the big screen to all those female minions of the novel.

The casting was relatively strong, but do you think having Ice Cube & Dr Dre producing might have affected the portrayal of certain key players?

I don’t think the casting was strong. Dre was well represented. He’s always been in the background and doesn’t shout about things media wise – he came across as you’d expect. Ice Cube clearly had no issues with his son playing him, but watching was a reminder that his Dad can actually act a lot better than Junior. “Boyz ‘n’ the Hood” was special. Eazy was poorly represented – the dude was nuts in real life!

Ice Cube and son - only one is blessed with acting and rap skills, although both have very chubby hands.
Ice Cube and son – only one is blessed with acting and rap skills, although both have very chubby hands.

For anyone not familiar with this era of hip-hop what/who would you recommend as essential listening?

Cypress Hill got me going. DJ Muggs is for me the best beat maker of that period. Rugged and natural – uses real beat samples; loops not just hits. Somehow the Hill clicked like the Prodigy back in the UK. I remember watching the video of Snoop’s “What’s my name?” when rap video was starting to kick off. That tune killed it – all of a sudden there was a focus on the west coast of the states

Why do you think the early 90’s seemed to produce so much amazing rap compared to the present day?

It was fresh back then. James Brown’s funky drummer gave groups like Public Enemy and N.W.A a starting point for percussion. The rest followed for a good decade but sadly thinned out. These days it’s fake drum sounds – sounds apparent in the 80’s, which is cool, but I’ve yet to hear them transfer well onto a track.

Sprinkle some shoddy vocals about one’s demeanour, and some new age R ‘n’ B and It’s a recipe for the masses. I guess the thing is the masses seem to lap things up without complaint these days and who can blame them? Hip-hop is now more a state of mind than a movement.

In a perverse way is a lot of what N.W.A discussed even more taboo in 2015 than it was in 1991?

Quite the opposite, but sadly not much seems to have changed. It’s been static for so long that the hip-hop we hear in 2015 seems designed for stagnation. God only knows the effect that has on young black Americans. There was a time just before the ‘net when (Talib) Kweli, De La Soul, Mos Def, the Roots et al threatened to break through… then came Pirate Bay and Kanye West.

Now all I can gauge is a strange blur of hip-hop and R ‘n’ B. Neither seems to represent anything other than MTV. Drake can suck my balls.


Kanye West is a clumsy rapper, but an excellent producer and self-publicist!

He’s the next President.


Do you think people’s progressively shorter attention spans aligned with the on-line nature of music has spelled the end for really exciting underground record releases?

Yeah man, absolutely. Gone are the days of record shopping – guys are screwed on UK high streets these days. I spend most of my time now in New Look recommending dresses for my girlfriend. Ten years back she’d be commending me on my new knee high socks and Mobb Deep album. The underground is still there, it’s just a lot further beneath the surface, and ironically easy to find.

Did you ever wear a large clock around your neck?

No, but I did have Nike tick ear studs. They don’t sell those in New Look.

Straight outta Putney!

Doesn’t get much more ghetto than SW15.

Can you throw out a couple of lesser known hip-hop tracks from that time that people wanting to learn about the scene should listen to?

Here are a few;


And finally; with regards to the film, how many stars would you give it and how would you sum it up?

Two stars… The film does nothing for the era that was. I remember smuggling N.W.A cassettes upstairs when I was 7, getting friends round and listening to them. Good times. Hip-hop progressed almost magically for a decade after that. When N.W.A split there was genuine excitement to see who was going where.

Straight Outta Compton is now showing across the UK, apart from in the Commodore cinema in Ryde on the Isle of Wight, which will receive the film reel in late 2038.

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Written by Dom Kureen

As a young rapscallion stranded on an Island, my time is split between writing, performing spoken word, wrestling alligators and delivering uplifting pep talks to hairdressers before they prune me. I meditate and wash daily when possible.

Gurning twat shoots animals for sport

He had wanted to shoot an elephant, but couldn’t find one large enough to satisfy his blood lust. Walter James Palmer didn’t let that stop him though, making do with the consolation of firing arrows into a lion named Cecil, who had previously been a popular member of a Zimbabwean national park.

Kureen sources have discovered that Palmer, a dentist from Minnesota, paid somewhere between $55,000 and $70,000 to shoot the large cat, who had become notorious for his affable nature and relish of human contact.

In an attempt to sidestep the law, Dr. Palmer hurried through some seriously sketchy hunting permits in exchange for the sizeable outlay upon arrival in Africa, securing the services of a team of trained hunters who agreed to lure the animal half a mile from the park using bait, initially wounding it and returning a day later to finish the job during a pursuit that lasted for around 40 hours.

Palmer pleaded ignorance when questioned on the subject of his unlawful killing during an interview with a Colorado based news agency;

“In early July, I was in Zimbabwe on a bow hunting trip for big game. I hired several professional guides and they secured all proper permits. To my knowledge, everything about this trip was legal and properly conducted.

“I had no idea that the lion I took was a known, local favourite, was collared and part of a study until the end of the hunt.

“I relied on the expertise of my local professional guides to ensure a legal hunt.”

Palmer and co. contravened park regulations on at least two counts; animals cannot be killed within a five mile radius of the park and may not have their collar (usually fitted with a microchip) removed – The hunters had removed his collar to prevent tracking of their cherished game.

Below are some images of Palmer’s previous handy work.

Government approved groups are allowed a limited number of permits each year to hunt individual species, but in certain impoverished nations, where more value is often placed upon monetary gain than the lives of sentient beings, the system is regularly duped.

The reason why bow and arrow killings are so appealing to hunt enthusiasts is two-fold; the stealth of the method allows for less detection, and the arrows themselves are more difficult to trace than a bullet, even then it is difficult to determine that the person in possession of the bow in fact shot the offending arrow.

Ricky Gervais Vs Hunting 

Of course Palmer is not alone here. In one high-profile case earlier this year, a woman named Rebecca Francis uploaded pictures of herself laying next to a dead bull giraffe that she had killed, with her smug conceit and Twitter assertion that she was “grateful to be part of something so good” antagonising a host of social media spectators.

One of those was comedian Ricky Gervais who Tweeted: “What must’ve happened to you in a previous life to make you want to kill a beautiful animal & then lie there next to it smiling?”

Francis, like Palmer, pleads her innocence, claiming that the animal was close to death, with the flesh subsequently used to nourish starving locals, and the bones utilised for art work.

Noble indeed, although a series of latterly published photos involving the same woman beaming in the vicinity of various other trophy kills is incongruent with such philanthropic assertions.

What do you make of Walter Palmer’s actions and hunting as a sport in general? Leave us a note in the comment section below.

Written by Dom Kureen

As a young rapscallion stranded on an Island, my time is split between writing, performing spoken word, wrestling alligators and delivering uplifting pep talks to hairdressers before they prune me. I meditate and wash daily when possible.