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<< Two Sides >>

by Above/Below

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1.
Prologue 00:38
Ladies and gentleman, from geniuses to simpletons A-teamers like Templeton or if you're only penciled in we made a ripple in the water now we're dipping in the temp got hotter, make you sweat like solder odd to be invited in, in spite of men deciding when and if you get a pass, alas, it ain't exciting when they supplement like vitamins too much of this in-fighting in the day to day we pave the way and try to set it right again my side is insurrectors, microphone checkers dope beat selectors, b-boys up in your sector so check your ego at the door, whats more there ain't no dress code the name of the band: Above/Below, you ready? lets go!
2.
Lovely Day 03:10
I woke up, no need to toke up or caffeinate minds already moving at a faster rate, I'm wide awake and ready for whatever the day might bring i might sing some in the shower, bumping fight the power public enemy, that will get the blood flowing just a hint of the scent all the read heads be knowing that too much of a good thing aint a good thing exclamation point, all things in moderation I towel down, drip dry, been fly since I was born one winter morn until the day that I die I'm feeling this high, natural, kind of magical no matter that, lets bring it back to actual fact I grab my back pack, snacks for the long haul, yes yall on the ball, hit the door, proceed to make tracks reach back and give a stretch, sunshine lights the way paraphrase ice cube, i gotta say a lovely day i rock with the rhythm right, hop on my pedal bike sole to the metal, this day, its kinda like a utopia, you know the kind of scene that you hope for in winter, blue skies grass green making inroads since the intro, this instro-mental instrumental to my mental state, now is it fate? i popped in this tape, heard its a lovely day thought to myself, yeah theres gotta be a better way just to get through the daily grind, look now, what will we find? always to the future, never behind, i got a good mind just to stand up and let my voice be heard... with a few choice words we're broadcasting live, rock, rap and jive hop, skip and slide to the spot where we strive just to see tomorrow, time ain't borrowed so I say never take things for granted cause each days a lovely day
3.
J Street 04:29
i got 2 feet, 10 toes been thrown curve balls, still we worked yall the first call, from the minor to the majors sport designer labels in last years flavors white after labor day, savor the way when the saber leads the way i counter with a pen, then send prose down in the mix, stick and stones down in the trench find words, put it in the binder, send a reminder set your alarm clock warning, in the morning if its storming we can form like voltron, its full on from the get sit back, relax just groove, vibe just ooze like 5 to 1 is shift number two thats some ish i'll never do, see my hustles too strong mind power equals brains is my muscle equals brawn mushin' on doggies, got your ducks in a row? we added water and some light now we're watching it grow we go from bank street to the end of the block down to state street, now we're watching it knock take a walk along the avenue, its not your average crew watch the props accrue, thats what we had to do its been 5 weeks and 2 days check the account verify dues paid the blues stayed, stripped off the shine left it with soul, the sound more refined destined to find, primed for bad weather aligned with the seasons, the reason: unmentioned this ascensions got me inching closer and closer the poster child for the return from the over exposure over and over, a bull dozier in a game of red rover how we bring it: never gimicked, staying true to the tenents the mere mention of this serious discussion point never fear or furious, in a flurry we bust or crust over like a sugary sweet, took near defeat with our head held high, dead in the eye returned strong, pondered the game plan, the same can come back and resurrect so remember the name man bank street to the end of the block down to state street, now we're watching it knock take a walk along the avenue, not your average crew watch the props accrue, thats what we had to do
4.
we losing prophets in the name of profit, dollars and cents promise of greener grass has got us hopin' the fence but if you focus all your vision, gaze off in the dist unfazed still remain eternal optimists rockin' a fist, each Tommie Smiths in individual ways just everyday people whom in each and every way heeded what Mary say, plus Peter and Paul to plant a seed and sit back like a cedar grow tall fall, spring from the winter, bring from our mentors lessons learned and turned into a current day venture centered on the sense that everybody is a star expect better than when on the course to play par are we a distinct entities or does this energy connect each of us edges blurred by the symphony speak simply a sense of sympathy i try to break down the fence and take a stand like Sly we losing prophets in the name of profit, dollars and cents promise of greener grass has got us hopin' the fence but if you focus all your vision, gaze off in the dist unfazed still remain eternal optimists call it a tryst that's gone and been scheduled by fate searching for strength to go and just carry the weight whats on our plate is more than just a flash or a fad a fact of nature: what faced our parents intact in the back where its dark but spark like a live wire still music inspires, desire to take you higher like a friar dedicated to his call we all feel love, hate, compassion, compulsion, its all real all kneel to the strength of the spirit of people power inside us all that rivals that of a regal feel the weight that is love begin to motivate movement as the truth echoes through come on and dance to the music
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Jazz Black 04:53
Verse I So seldom do we welcome the unknown, I'm glad you made it this message we're relaying left a few of them agitated due to this new view, from this looking glass we're looking past from Brooklyn back and clear across to Cali the people rally in the street they speak their minds, defeat the wickedest kind its like an eternal battle for your soul so take control and who finds time nowadays just to think, life is hectic through rhymes designed to relay, my life's directed this inner energy projecting outward from the center enters into the realm of what I've been through and reflects through mic checks and snare hits, hi hats and bass kicks escapist, that's not the goal, just trying to put it in place like puzzle pieces when your life ceases to amaze this will wake you from your daze and lead you outward from the maze i spent days, turned to weeks, turned to months and turned to years wondering how we endure life in this culture of fear its a mystery Chorus Let me fall into my dreams of mystery and pain, my old games my back pages of life reveals the scene we created love and fear, history aflame Verse II At what cost does time lost amount to equal compensation? I thought that education would lead to emancipation but it seems that green paper holds a powerful persuasion over people, to the point we others as not being equal to us clear the dust off of centuries of hate racism, classism, American vision don't equate to reality, relate, in actuality its late 200 years in this experiment, how far have we come? where some find they stand in line, some lost and stay behind as time ticks, we're inching towards tomorrow, time is borrowed like keys played on bass grooves, these days I've been moved just to make my voice heard and separate from the herd I heard that the word on the street is steady changing combining each mind, speaking through rhyme its so amazing so as I recline, seeking to find a little space I'm sneaking behind the scenes that I've seen to stake my place and find some peace
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it goes: left to the, right, center stage when I enter, amazed by the energy for days wandered deserts put paid to the inner beast crazed by the symphony, praised by the cynics, we outlasted, outcasted, outfoxed undermanned, understand the plan from the other hand undeterred, turned tables, slight of hand smoke and reflect, detect, and eject, scan I count three left, so what are we gonna do next no stasis or stagnant, dynamic, not static shown scenes rarely seen, from the scenes watch em fragment fantastic, drastic measures brought to bear for everywhere, and for every action measured down to millimeters and for every fraction there's a reaction, refraction then bend marks the end of this, the mission, transmission is sent it goes: equal, opposite, its rock solid set it all in motion let the laws take over its particles of poetry, articles of broken speech figures as we enter to the center, never cease release energy to combat the enemy this entity is sending me to the brink of disaster exasperated, but glad we made it to the finish line no gimmicks here to limit expression not to diminish mine but simple times, call for drastic measures never settle details down to the last letter I's with a dot, cross T's, freeze, see what we got be all that you can, withstanding all of the pressure this endeavor as we edge to the ledge, keep focused closed, compact and complete, that's why I spoke this encroaching upon the central meaning of this matter invoke the essence of this essay, watch em all run and scatter
7.
Two Sides 02:49
all these miles run and rivers traversed mountains crossed, dizzying heights, to the depths of oceans submersed we're well versed in the ways of how to give and to take sometimes the ball don't bounce, but sometimes stuff don't break like you was falsely accused, but now ain't we amused cause for every winner, we know somebody gotta lose now ain't that a clever ruse, bounce like kangaroos the anger brews and simmers as your chances grow slimmer but as the light grows dimmer on the opposite end dawn is steady breaking, yes there's people on the mend and lets pretend, we could deal in hypotheticals two sides to every story, what makes life so incredible set a full series of events in motion, explosion consequences of mixing up the potion you can close yourself in or you can join us on the ride cause if you don't like the single you can check the b-side cause there's always two sides... (scratched - "two sides to every story" - mos def) as situations arise, surprises abound around every corner more than you can handle are found some good, some bad, some we'll have to wait and see some the jurys still out, some they threw away the key like for every story, there's two sides to consider every victory means a defeat that's a bitter - pill to swallow although, you needn't wallow in the muck or flip a coin and let it ride on lady luck how you felt so confined, but how do we define freedom if it ain't free, now that's the design now that you've seen the sign, there's a fork in the road you can divert from the path or you can add to the load I speak in code languages, for those who languish cause leisure reflects the other side's pain and anguish ain't it the time to stand up and be counted its a trapeze act, but we need to try to balance two sides...
8.
Todd was a socialist with fair trade bananas on his grocery list in all his facebook photos he was rocking a fist and never seen a protest that he wanted to miss Bertha was a capitalist try to unionize and she's throwing a fit they made an interesting match, you gotta admit but cupid's arrow, I gotta think that it missed cause Todd payed his union dues he never rocked Nike's, wore some union made shoes news travels fast, the list serve was hopping value price and profit, thats a hell of an option urged caution at the strike, its on the brink of explosion decades of decline and benefits were eroding knowing not to be seen he donned a wrestling mask this was Bertha's factory, you don't even ask cause Bertha was a capitalist try to unionize, she was throwing a fit like oil and water, they weren't meant to mix and like a time bomb, I think I heard it just tick (scratched - "now the CIA is tracking me, I didn't mean to do it, socialism just came naturally" - The Last Emperor) knowing not to be seen he donned a wrestling mask this was Bertha's factory, you don't even ask two weeks it had lasted, all her profits, it sapped folk songs through the window, she finally snapped grabbed the rifle out the closet, temporary insane to the guy in the mask, she decided to aim nothing on her mind, but them bottom line figures like running with scissors, she was squeezing that trigger... poor old Todd, he was a socialist with fair trade bananas on his grocery list in all his facebook photos he was rocking a fist and never seen a protest that he wanted to miss
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Ignite 04:29
VI: the morning came with a pouring rain try to feign my way through this sunless day when its done this way, I'd rather run away so i turn it, face it, back to the basics fear - erase it, start this engagement brace for the impact, integrity intact in fact, I've had my back to the wall in the corner with a paint brush, we make much out of minimal amounts, my cerebral accounts for taking ounces, turn it into poundage around this town, its easy to get down still i rebound, rise Above/Below like a dove we rose as the love free flows just as one re-sows as the earth gives life as the sun gives light, with these words recite are you ready for the fight? strike a match, ignite Chorus: I got these matches in my matchbook let me spark one, strike one, light one, ignite one (x4) VII: just trying to hold my chin when the fog rolls in after all i been through, i seen lightning flash, wait for the thunder clap, see the sky collapse wonder how to deal when the hunger clash with my sense and sensibility, convinced or instability balance my talents with a bent for incivility its killing me, put out there for the world to see against the universe,the human curse sometimes surmise sunrise ain't coming like i cant keep running, sky keep rumbling humbling experiences break down our defenses an instance to remind us take it back to the beginning full circle, front and center, bare bones, nothing simpler try to temper my tone, illuminate dim light grow from this grim night, focus vision, insight never act in spite, strike a match, ignite
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Verse I hot damn, Roxanne Roxanne I rock with bands up in the bricks up in a b-boy stance you need to read more math, wait that's a decoy laugh ha ha, now here's the stats, we're bringing the world tour back I'm tearing mics to pieces, like I'm tearing up your thesis now we're back up on the street, I'll ride the beat until it ceases or until you get your weight up, hold up, wait up waiter - there's a fly in my soup he said "now what did you expect, an octopus?" i spilled the soup down his shirt then I knocked his tooth see I'm not just ruthless, truth is I'm hardcore not appropriate for your nieces, rough, rugged and raw Verse II just then the toothless waiter took the platter with the pate swung it around his head, i grabbed some bread in self defense crashed down on the table, knocked the salad in my lap i threatened him with a crouton, I'm moving on, he's moving back down the half deserted alleyways with oyster shells or shall we say couldn't cover the tab, gave all my clams to Sally Mae with what to show for it? a piece of paper? i need some new socks at least I can write some rhymes with subtle references to Prufrock threw on my blue-blocks, I seen my man from Venice Beach cops in pursuit, oh what the hoot, we free styled in the street lights flash and sirens sound, sights showed cops was all around somebody shouted orders on my knees I'm getting down Verse III police brutality, no doubt it be, my shoulder finally reset from behind the bars I snatched the keys with ease I used the baguette I'd wielded as a weapon, deadly? possibly, it wasn't fresh and could probably break a bone if I had thrown it in aggression with trepidation left the station, seen some brothers from the Nation gave them a pound then looked around a crisp breeze gave the impression that I was being followed, a lump in my throat I note then swallow hid in the theater across the street, check the name "The Apollo" paint the picture like Frida Kahlo, it was show time in no time lets go find some place to hide, I slid in the first door I see like miss Dorothy, I'm thinking there's no place like home unless you have a house guest, yeah, you guessed it...Sinbad Verse IV it was maybe 30 seconds, felt more like an eternity not sure if it was courage, or just a sense of urgency emerging from the diaphragm I tried to stand and speak utter a couple of phrases to get the people off their feet see I can rock a beat, but never that punchline rhyme and flow thought to myself I ought to know that joke I heard not long ago boos, they're getting louder, move the crowd this was my emphasis or move myself, oh scratch that plan, they're blocking all the entrances in instances like this to buy some time I give the run around put the mic up to my mouth and stuttered "have you heard the one about the guy who went to dinner and found the fly up in his soup the waiter said 'what do you expect so cheap, come on, an octopus?'"
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suspect, wonders what the heck his life is coming to paying his dues, but never wins, only seems to lose the blues is the backdrop, soundtrack to his days he prays and prays but couldn't adjust to their ways never entrusted his pay with the bank, takes life how it comes check to check, you might suspect that he learned how to run got him a gun, got him in a corner, no way to back out keep a man down for so long, then he lash out now get the cash out, this is a stickup show me your hands, the last route is just a hick-up in the plan grand society is trying me so try to understand i'm just a man, but with a list of demands he knew to fly straight, trust fate, try, wait for reward never thirsted for what he couldn't afford 40 hours plus some OT, in turn enough to sew seeds with his spouse, bought a house, the market was growing knowing him they kept it simple, no bigger than their rental time passed, changed fast, finance, the news was central the harder things got, the deeper they dug the deeper in debt, his job pulled out the rug as a means to cut cost, his job lost so they braced they tried running the race until they couldn't keep pace the news raced across the screen, the same who laid off received federal funds their executives paid off bernie madoff type action then he starts to lose traction with a letter from the bank, his heart sank, the transaction with just a fraction of his sanity, put the gun to his dome said I'll take my own life before you're taking my home these banks get bailed out, people get sold out hope you're ready for the weather, its getting cold out masses gather in the street as the rank and file shout bail the people out before the people break and wyle out the people's bailout
12.
Funk 05:03
Verse I Johnnys in the basement, he's making beats I'm up on the pavement and walking down the street with my headphones tuned in, keeps the feet moving now who's up in the house, come on and check it, check it out this ain't the suburbs, Howard, subterranean open up the paper seems times is getting strange again afraid to be out, if I believed what they was telling me but none the happier if I bought what they were selling me so seldom do we welcome the unknown into our backyard past guards and barriers, days is getting scarier with pit bull terriers and terrorism split decision like a prism, lack of light blurs your vision I'm tuned into the night news, whats going down what happened to the insight, its not around I'm seeing nothing but funk, only open your eyes what passes now for truth is only funk in disguise Chorus I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk (x4) Verse II Maggies coming fleet foot, she's always running breathing air that's full of black soot, I seen it coming we poison the skies willingly with sports utilities so seldomly I see people walking no more with a locked door and alarm, dead bolt and they're armed private property is stopping me from feeling at home what happened to community? I guess we lost it trumped by security, at any cost its funk in large quantities, the stakes is high this life is just an odyssey, some pass it by I try to make the most of it, exposing the light supposing that this prose composed can hope to focus your sight broken hopes and shattered dreams, its the saddest thing tears of poverty stream, a status rarely seen or heard, a facade is this land of opportunity I'd rather stay odd and keep this funk from consuming me
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The Recipe 03:58
sometimes I find myself, I find myself in time and keep it moving see, you can stay behind and stand in line but I'm gonna move it on up keep it moving, keep it grooving, keep the DJ on the cut what? oh, I thought I heard something we're carving up these tracks just like a Halloween pumpkin wonder where its going I guess we're never quite sure we might keep it pure, we might like to stir a little bit of something, here's a list of ingredients all the vital elements, I knew that you were needing it seasoning and spices, just a pinch and just a dash give it just a second, have it ready quick fast pass the peas like they used to - make it proper I'll do it all at cost and that's my final offer princes and poppers know that time is steady inchin' if you can't stand the heat get your ass up out the kitchen its the recipe, wonder how we do it, its the recipe a little bit of this and a whole lot of the best of me flow in fluid ounces, add in beats by the pound mix em all together get that hardcore sound you look shook, open up the cookbook rookie thinking back on years and all the practice that it took me to master all the skills it takes to really make it rock i heard you tried to make it bake straight out a cake mix box lets talk, I think you're on the wrong route quite results, that's never what its about you need to let it sit, let it rise, give it some time like the vibe simmer before you write down a rhyme only when its time do you fire up the oven watch 'em come in groups just like a baker's dozen whats good cousin, I think you're ready to go put on your apron and keep it under control make sure you've got ingredients and tools that you are needing never combine two things if you don't got a reason 90 percent is mental, the other half is physical the number one rule, of course, is be original its the recipe, wonder how we do it, its the recipe a little bit of this and a whole lot of the best of me flow in fluid ounces, add in beats by the pound mix em all together get that hardcore sound you can catch me in the kitchen with this recipe I'm fixin' you want to learn a lesson? just grab a listen mixing and dicing, slicing sounds just like a sword chop chop chop, we got vinyl on the cutting board with wordplay, i mean synonyms in general sustenance, vitamins and minerals I've been around the chopping block, know how to handle mine fire up the stove to high, and grab a frying pan standing by, its getting kinda hot right? the pressure cooker, performing in the spot light rock right, and make enough to feed the masses instinct, not the stuff you learn in classes dashes and a pinch will add a sprinkling of flavor insisting that your dish is something everyone can savor the iron chef, no need to guess, ingredients in mass take pride in what you're doing, now you're cooking with gas its the recipe, wonder how we do it, its the recipe a little bit of this and a whole lot of the best of me flow in fluid ounces, add in beats by the pound mix em all together get that hardcore sound
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Vulcan 03:02
careful - stack steady ain't seen last since they passed fast Freddie these jams that's heady, cats ain't ready bright lights in the night, cannons blast confetti but city blights in my sight, i see sprawl documentartian, in my scroll I scrawl focus on the moment 'till I hit that wall then the moment is gone, like folks that's all all for the one, the one, the world order boot marks in the sand, footprints like Wayne Shorter four score looking back, the facts getting cloudy people in the streets, the masses getting rowdy how'd we get to this juncture, I gotta wonder the people not united, the collective now asunder we went from summer to the fall to the middle of winter the right keeps moving right, the nation starts to splinter easy - tread light oil in the gulf - a red light red night turned to red dawn, get your head right smoke thick like the irony of saying lead's light dead sight, and I quote it, voted for change got the same old same, slight rearrange its a strange world we're living in, but not giving in bringing changes through the rhythm like rhythm-a-ning we do the simplest things, symbolism is king discourse is steady shouted while the civilest sing the cymbal it will ring but its the bass drum that brings people to their feet to move from winter to spring linger in the mind for a time then begins to revise history is a battle between the wicked, the wise recognizing the lies and the appearance, disguise overt racism masked as just political trials
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Midgard 02:31
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Down Time... 00:55
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This Year 07:05
Its like the siren sung, the wire runs from the mic, it's like the entire sum is greater than the whole of it's parts, check where the fire's from and emanating, we're ever waiting for this moment to come no hesitation, staying taut just like the skin on a drum I done stayed committed, waited, given every ounce of energy remember, be yourself don't try to be nobody else man, woman or child, stand firm with a smile stay strong and never let on, see, you're dead wrong if you think that I wouldn't hit back, got the pen, pad, ink black, a pair of headphones to rock over fresh tones when I left home at the age of 18, to make cream? nah I got some other aspirations so I think y'all all for waiting so long so many trials and tribulations had you wondering debating, if we was ever gonna make it, we're here this year (scratched "Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one" -Nas) Oppress the dominant when addressing the continent a shade above the competent never was great with compliments content considered conscious sick of the slick too quick to comment, but to say they're common would be obvious Constant elevation a promise, honest to God Better I honor the planet me an peace peas in a pod Its me against the Odds, it seems it would be even since I'm seen as Bizarre ever since my teens, when I was rocking to guitars But now it's the norm, true to form, my music tighter then a freshmen dorm, I'm a writer who's a step beyond event horizons Standout without a Heisman, no handouts a man about enterprising here to make Favellas rising Timing essential, so I follow metronomes with scribbled poems until I truly fulfill all my potential this year
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Who Got The? 06:48
who got the poison pen, who got the voice to bend and send beams of light for sight, now its your choice to win or take a minus as you find this, pressure is like a sinus got my people behind us, aka your royal highness try to blind us with your high beams you try schemes to take it your sly team igniting flammables but mistakes get stacked upon one another then you start to wonder if the whole thing's crashing down just like a game of Jenga sing the song, ring the alarm, and sound the sirens but the crowd can get excited if you're rocking over silence if you're hitting them right, so when you're gripping the mic and inch to give will get a mile in return that's road to burn in turn they get the best of you and leave you feeling destitute except that you are feeling this because you put it on the line and gave them all you had to give the adjective I find best fits this situation, invigorating, its time to rhyme. who got the keys to the whip the style that makes you flip and listen for every lyric when we're shooting from the hip who got the fire and the thunder, across the frozen tundra we're some masters like Augusta, its no wonder who got the who got the sickness, well, we got the antidote who got a missed lick, well, I'd like to add a note who got the cantaloupe, my melon's having a ball with jabber jaw, portraits and words, its like a camera phone who got the aminals enamored with the radical glass tappin and mad rapping brookyln zoo gramaphone who got the grandmama converse alter ego sting like a hornet tighter than a corset on obese people who got the sold out seats, the roadhouse beef, they squash when we roll up deep then roll out the red carpet and roll up the fruit flavors and bust out the blue label, I say whole house freeze "no doubt D", its a daily grind being prolific the blood sweat and tears that go into being terrific that will get your temple scribing without being Hasidic rocking with the cat who makes you want to be a statistic my needs are specific, two turntable techniques, one microphone dynamic for fresh speech beats that'll bump from the back to the front that'll get the crowd thumping from their neck to their feet selector select, come correct on the decks if you half step, I got the skills to catch wreck emcees - emcee, best be rippin it right articulate while spitting wit, or just give me the mic know what i mean? cause I know what I need and I know what I got, and I gotta believe that the crop of hip hop, from the drop of our seeds has the future looking brighter, all I got is a dream

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**Winner of the 2011 Whalie Award for Album of the Year**

Press for Above/Below's <<Two Sides>>:

"Above/Below just raised the bar on you.... Two Sides hits on all cylinders from start to finish." -wailingcity.com

"...ultimately, this album isn't about a rapper with a live band behind him — it's a band record, where a crew of skilled musicians place serving the song above showing off, which makes the final product accessible and sonically-balanced, and makes the points where they do showcase their jazz chops feel that much more charged-up." -New Haven Advocate

"...one of the best debut CDs in the entire history of the New London music scene." -The New London Day

"...all 18 tracks...have jazz dominated beats and poppy lyrics that remind me of the classic Roots album “Do You Want More”. This is an upbeat album that is great for any season of the year." -bloggerhouse.com

"There isn’t a single track I skip on Two Sides." -The Student Life

"...A/B is the best thing to come out of New London, Connecticut since The Reducers. Great horns, soaring guitar work, and amazing rhymes." -albumofthesummer.blogspot.com

"QUALITY! Hip Hop / Jazz Fusion never sounded so good...The new full length album, Two Sides, is more of the same great sound. Live instrumentation is my bag and Two Sides is a Louis Vuitton. " -cantstopfanatics.blogspot.com

"...a party record with a social conscience that is likely to end up on heavy rotation." -Hozomeen Press

"Proto nebudu jen remcat a bezduše plácat do větru a nabídnu k poslechu výbornou desku Two Sides od kapely Above/Below. Tahle hudba má koule i duši a to málokdo tuší." - royalflush.cz

"Above/Below. Немного "живого" джаз-хопа под фанки соусом." -subsneer.livejournal.com

"Το νέο κομμάτι της hiphop/jazz μπάντας από το Κονέκτικατ, αποτελεί, όχι απλα μια αχτίδα καλής μουσικής στο δισκογραφικό (και διαδικτυακό) σύμπαν, αλλά ολόκληρο αστέρι αυτόφωτο!" -refillmyglass.wordpress.com

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In May of 2010, Above/Below entered PWOP studios in New London for a marathon 4 hour session, recording the 18 tracks that comprise <<Two Sides>>. A fusion of many styles; rap, rock, and jazz among the most dominant; the 70 minute album attempts to present music that betrays conventional categorizations.

contact: abovebelowmusic at gmail dot com

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released October 10, 2010

Above/Below is:
Gabe Chandler - Vocals
Patrick Murphy - Trombone
Johnny Harbel - Flugelhorn
Kevin Thornton - Alto Saxophone and Flute
David Dorfman - Baritone Saxophone
Hollis Dunlap - Guitar
Chris Reilly - Electric and Upright Bass
Jonas Sanchez - Drums

featuring:
Mista Mayday - turntables throughout, production on Midgard
Cristin Gallagher - vocals on Jazz Black
Hired Gun - vocals on This Year
Rabbi Darkside - vocals on Who Got The?
Scott Drouin - guitar on The Recipe

Recorded at PWOP studios by Brandon Wehn
Mixed and mastered by Hollis Dunlap and Above/Below
Additional recording by Hollis Dunlap at Washington ST, CT.

Photography above of the first seven portraits by Tania Franks; the last by Adam Campos. Both photographers own the rights to their work.

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Above/Below New London, Connecticut

Above/Below was born in New London, CT circa 2008. Their debut full-length release <<Two Sides>> garnered international acclaim and won the 2011 Whalie award for Album of the Year. Nearly a decade later, A/B is back with new music.

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