Anyway, I've voted.
It was one of those albums that I enjoyed considerably more than I expected to.
That it was released in 1987 (and no doubt written and recorded in 1986*) is - in all honesty - remarkable.
LA was, and I guess, is a weird city.
The joke was always 'LA - 50 suburbs searching for a city', but even by the '80s it was easily 100 suburbs.
So, lacking a geographical identity as most other cities do and sprawling in a featureless way across endless neighbourhoods that on the surface appear the same regardless of whether they're affluent or gang-infested no-go-zones it's youth culture washed up together like a drift of social and cultural flotsam and jetsam.
Hence, extreme underground punk, downright dangerous installation art and genuinely obscure, genuine Red and Blue hip-hop culture fused and melded in all sorts of strange and uneasy ways.
Ergo, unlike NYC, its cultural output was less concerned with cultural authenticity along simply racial lines.
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