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With its new release, There's a Poison Goin On...., P.E. Chuck D., Flavor Flav, Terminator X, Professor Griff and the Security of the First World has accomplished a truly old-school move: It has, once again, given The Establishment the middle finger. The same way Grandmaster Flash said f you to all those artists whose songs he sampled and never acknowledged on "The Adventures of Grandmaster Flash on the Wheels of Steel" back in '81, D. says contemporary rap and hip-hop is killing him "softly with that same damn song" (from "Crayola"). But instead of getting their balls nailed to the wall by a bunch of thousand-dollar-an-hour lawyers $egrave; la Flash, D. and P.E. stand to make a profit, albeit mostly artistic (unless you count the zillions to be made from marketing tie-ins like Poison T-shirts and hats).
Last month Poison earned the distinction of being the first full-length record ever to be released initially on the Internet. It costs $8, half of retail price. In MP4 format (a bit better-sounding than the popular MP3 type), the album's first single, "Do You Wanna Go Our Way???" was released by Atomic Pop, the group's new record label, on its Web site, atomicpop.com, in May. In February P.E. had released "Swindler's Lust" on its Web site, publicenemy.com. Both singles can still be downloaded for free. Releasing singles and an entire record this way is countercultural and/or "old-schoolish" in three ways: 1) It's subversive. Major-label record companies are sweating MP3, which has the potential by 2002 to steal at least $4 billion a year from the $12 billion music industry, according to Forrester Research; 2) For P.E., it may be a kamikaze mission. All it takes is one P.E. fan to pay to download the record, copy it 500 times over for his friends and consequently gyp P.E. out of 500 sales; and 3) It's democratic. Raps D. on the song "Here I Go": "May the best jam win." Just like back in the day.
"Our job, when we do the art," says D. from New York, "is to plant seeds and show the road. When people take that road, we can blow the backs out of the accountants and lawyers. It's a simple concept: [Record companies] have to share. If we flood [the market] with a billion songs, the cream will always rise.
"It's just like athletes. There's Karl Malone and a high school athlete. They're there it just depends on what game you wanna watch."
This month Poison is being released in stores. The differences between downloading a song on a computer and fishing for it through aisles of CDs are appreciable, but they don't matter when the music is the message. D. says all he wants to do is make people proactive music lovers. Of course, he doesn't phrase it that way. The way he says it is, "I want to wake all the robots and zombies up."
P.E. and Chuck D. have been doing this since '87. Three multiplatinum and three gold albums, four gold singles and a platinum home video later, the band's purpose hasn't changed. They're still militant Afrocentrics. Their rhymes are still almost on the edge of advocacy journalism set to hardcore beats. And their stance is still strictly antiestablishment. Black gear still dominates the band's look, Flavor Flav's Frisbee-size clock still hangs around his neck, and the S-1's still step.
The same fight continues and, if anything, is even hyped up on the 14-song-long Poison. The chief adversary this time is obviously the recording industry. Def Jam, P.E.'s former label, and the band split last October, and D. et al. still harbor much ill will toward the company and everything it's reflective of. There's the song "LSD," which can mean alternately "Lawyers Suck Dick" or "Lawyers Should Die." And on "Swindler's Lust," D. blasts the Recording Industry Association of America, which fights on behalf of all recording artists' rights today but which also allowed black artists of the '50s and '60s to be ripped off and robbed by popular white acts. And on "Crayola," D. talks about the ubiquitous pay-to-play atmosphere of commercial radio, historically called "Payola," which D. now calls "Crayola," to refer specifically to black commercial radio. D. raps: "Try to get me where they want me before some of 'em jump me / Go tell 'em umma start a rebellion / Educate the felons / Easy on, yeah, but yeah / Tell 'em what the fuck am I yellin'," a grateful nod to gangsta rappers like Eazy-E and N.W.A., who never got a moment of commercial airplay because of their vulgar lyrics but who still hit multiplatinum in sales. (An N.W.A. song called "Gangsta Gangsta" from '88 features the refrain, "Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?" See above.) Chuck D. incorporates many other references to old-school rap, gangsta rap and even rock and roll in his lyrics on Poison. Only close listeners will get what he means by them.