Cheo is one of Bristol’s most successful street artists and this book contains 15 high-quality prints and 15 outlines for people to colour in. It also comes with a free Cheo sticker.
"The mutant love child of the hip hop and skate scenes, Cheo was raised in Kingswood, Bristol, on a high-carb diet of The Beano and Nutty comics, and subsequently Vaughan Bode's twisted underground cartoon strips. Obsessed with 'drawling' since early sproghood, he hit adolescence just in time to be consumed by the arrival of hip hop from the US in the early 80s.
After a brief spell spinning on his back and arse for shillings at the local shopping centre, graffiti fired up the young B-boy's imagination enough to lead him to the shady heights of the notorious Barton Hill Youth Club in 1987. Here he found a deranged community of like-minded bodkins painting the walls, doors and floors of the club - and everything else within a five-mile radius, for that matter.
Cheo became a veteran of various drawing competitions (including one in Nutty comic, and another on kids TV show Get Fresh) and one national graffiti championship, which he won alongside local legend Deed in 1987. Then, in 1989 Cheo hit the big time, coming second at theBridlington World Graffiti Championships alongside local wild style prodigy Inkie. Soon after, however, the creeping evil that was the emerging rave scene all but snuffed-out UK hip hop's young-flame, and along with the shock of being busted for his (ahem) nocturnal artistic endeavours, Cheo was driven into extended hibernation.
Gleaning sustenance from video games and Japanese Manga, Cheo's talent slept like Rip Van Winkle for many a year, until the revitalised, shiny graffiti scene tempted him out of his cave for a second bite of the cake. Now older yet equally immature, Cheo has found the world just about ready for his odd and colourful scribblings."
Available from December 1st ISBN 978-1906477-30-1 RRP £12
MCs Slug and Murs with producer Aesop Rock drop the third installment of their tributes to B-list actresses on Felt 3: A Tribute to Rosie Perez.
Breaker Down Like A Shotgun Felt 2: A Tribute to Lisa Bonet.
LYRICS: [Murs] Do it with me Sean, come on.
[Murs & Slug] Girl let me break you down like a shotgun
[Murs] Not the Crip gang, grab you by your hips and - Pull you towards me, kinda softly But do it hard til you're screamin "Get off me!" But I won't stop, til you go pop Orgasm have you screamin out your throatbox. Now your legs shake, body vibrate Cause I'm swingin this dick like a primate Now she irate, cause I won't stay. I got 56 shows I gotta go play She sayin "No way", she gotta cut me off Then I caught her backstage suckin Lucky off?! What the fuck, Sean? Where'd I go wrong? Shoulda kept it dark-skinned with no blondes But these white girls, they got ass too Still a sucka for a broad with some tattoos So I had to, man I'm so silly Exercising now, a little pussy won't kill me Rephrase that, cause I stay strapped Nowadays you never know where the AIDS at..
[Chorus] x2 A piece of me will always be inside of you You're so sweet, I'm gonna keep my eye on you Come with me, let me show you what I like to do Girl, let me break you down like a shotgun!
[Slug] Girl, take your clothes off, It's getting hot in hurr Sign on the doorknob - It says "Do Not Disturb" What? You lookin at me like I'm bullshittin, Lose the thong and move around now so I can see the full kitten Meow & purr, while I seek out your curves Take a hold of your controls and re-route the earth This kid'll make you feel as fit as a fiddle & treat every inch of your body like an invisible nipple I know the pieces that need attention, relieve you of your weapons Get undressed and dive deep into the estrogen Feeling apprehension is unacceptable I keep you comfortable enough to love the sexual festival Let me put you on a pedestal, in bed I get medical Exercise breath control, cause everything is edible What? You ain't never felt a tongue there? Remove the underwear and tell your friends that nobody compares! Who's the new mack? I only spit true facts Probably ain't the best, but I bet I'm the best you've had It's all fun now that the sun's down Come around girl, let me break your shotgun down.
[CHORUS x2]
[Murs] Down ass bitch is from Wisconsin Never did give her this johnson But I really wish I did cause she looked that good Talkin in my top 10, man I put that on the hood
[Slug] Round 2, shotgun, clean & re-cocked Teach some simple sign language to your G-Spot Locked, stock, and two smokes of cigarettes But first let me finish with some clitoris stimulant
[Murs] I got this punk rock chick with these tattooed hands She dresses kinda weird, she an Atmosphere fan Says she loves Seven, never been with a Legend, So I took her to my room and laid her down for a blessing Session was impressin, open to suggestion Had to kick her out cause she asks too many questions "What's Ant like?", "What's Slug's favourite movie?" Shot my load in her mouth and screamed "Fuck you Lucy!"
[Slug] Bedroom, backseats, park-bench, motels So much Heaven I know I'm goin to Hell I said "Oh Lordy, I've been so dirty, so naughty" She looked me up and down and said "Don't worry, you go shorty" Call me the gardener I take care of the yard spending hours on the bushes and the flowers Fuck shaving it, I like your little rainforest Makes me want to write a million songs with the same chorus.