“Shake those steatopygic curves, bee-yotch!”
Speaking of crunk, occasional Stranger freelancer Tamara Palmer has written a book titled
In the June issue of experimental-music bible The Wire, Richard Henderson favorably reviews it. This sentence stands out:
Hiphop according to the `Dirty South' is a direct descendant of Miami Bass, and shares with the latter dance music a fixation on cars, cash and the steatopygic curves of female anatomy.
That last bit is why I love The Wire: Anyone else writing about this topic would've used one syllableasswhereas The Wire's sexless scribes will always opt for polysyllabic euphemism to describe anything as base as the human body.
Anyway, congrats to Tamara for publishing the first book devoted to Southern hiphop. But where's our review copy?