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AYE WUN – THE WAY OF THE BOLO EP ReviewYELL LOW!  Submissive molds plowed into submission holds.

We Yellow! Hello mellows that’ll chuckle cellos when crackers bellow..they say.

But beware them slanted eyes is wide enough to filter bullshit. Some of these chinos son Filipino and the Zen is made in dens of funk, they cliché riff reputing brothers that destroy dojos, another special Broken Home.

If only they just learn to Yell Low like good Yellow

til them

Yellow no more!

Never no more! Shot of Baji Chiew for the soul of mischief true.

See, Yellow supposed to just flow if oppressed deliberately less, if they be the shade hated not as much, if they be the culture that they vulture with respect…Then they’ll Yell so Low you’ll now squint in pain, franchise their meals til you vomit and make you feel the San Bao blues, three treasures packed in words, kicks and punches.

You buy?!! Too late, devil!

Aye Wun, there goes an Asian Original. 

Bolo swings coming through three stars

like contradiction capsules in hypocritical heavens.

Sun powered, war blood waving on top, decapitating in bar, line, verse then song. 

Reminds me of the Tao of my Jibaro machete…

 Aye Wun, out of the Broken Home Crew, the greatest crew in Hip Hop without a group LP, still is in the midst of introducing himself.  With this 3rdEP, The Way of the Bolo, produced by Matt Kuartz, we learn and still need more.  Aye Wun, like the best of his Queens borough, has a flow steeped in mid tempo pacing that often hides his mastery in effortlessness perceived.

AYE WUN – THE WAY OF THE BOLO EP ReviewThe freedom flows in style via choruses while rebelliousness is uprocked in verse like “Thugs On” as he harmonizes us to “Don’t forget to put all your Thugs On…” and advises, “When you sign a deal given by the white man/but first make sure it’s right, then bless the right hand” and bounces visuals that respect all the crew needs.  The tough stuff bars in clipped layering to abstractly poeticize on “Recognizing Ya Saints,” starting as a shouts that seem like a chorus that crescendos to verse, “Yo, this that drop a gem shit/real ninja template/Q-Boro represent it/message I send it/crews break and bend it/never amend shit/in on the bench dip/wily coyote, chasing birds, smoking bogie/bust down only if you know me/homie….”  His “New York Shitty” holds strong as an addendum to Rakim’s “New York” while “Ceferino G” paragraphs the even darker alleys of New York (‘I’ve seen lives go to waste/wives blow my waist/lies told to change a five year old’s fate/how am I supposed to escape/the air is thin here/found my third eye/’bout to build a pyramid there/oust the obsolete/out of my house/cause the God’s elite…”).  The cleverness (“Orange Soda”) blends powerfully with the rugged raw (“Get Yours”), a Broken Home trait that bring a voice from our fellow oppressed fighter Filipino (an often unseen brethren of the Black and Brown) the music needs.  Aye Wun has a gift to speak of things while speaking to people all while he is for the people.  It is a sincerity that can’t be learnt unlike the song writing skills that are finding even more effortless rhythm and his vocal power that is increasing.

Off these Matt Kuartz works, Aye Wun is surrounded by exciting the diverse funk from the womping bassline pumps of “The Inauguration,” the cinematic strings and keys on the hard poof snare of “New York Shitty,” the Soul jazz bass grooves and keyboard riffing of “Thugs On,” the straight 1,2 sandy break  through chimes on “You” to the flute fledged melody that pauses to isolate an addictive isolation break on “Orange Soda.”  From last year’s Groceries EP produced by Incredible Cutts to Kuartz on Way of the Bolo, Aye knows how to select tracks that reflect the powerful Queens sound of this 10’s decade but also are quickly melding into his sound as his lyrical themes are becoming more pronounced.

Within Broken Home, Aye Wun is surrounded by some of this decade’s greatest MCs and he is their secret weapon, a live potent voice that is turning developing skills and talents that made anthems (“Filipino”) and bangers (“Fill In The Blank”) into character defining works. Way of the Bolo is ultimate potential pushed forward again…