The Broken Poetz are refreshingly unapologetic when it comes to sharing the thoughts in their heads, drawing inspiration from their own lives, and telling it how they see it. Their music is honest, frank, thoughtful and heartfelt, but ballsy too. This is more true than ever with the release of their fourth album ‘Soul Searching’. It’s a strong, confident album that expands on everything that came before.
True sound artists, Dean Grant (Deano) and Gary Osborne (Mystero) weave the rhythm of poetry with musical mixes of sound and sampling to create a melodious, pounding heartbeat. Each track has so many layers, lyrically and musically. Not only do I keep noticing new turns of phrase every time I listen, but the sampling of old soul songs creates the impression of travelling in time – tasting the atmosphere of someone else’s past. This contrasts directly with the immediacy of the Poetz lyrics, fresh, raw, and eloquent.
‘Made Up My Mind’ has a tight rhythm woven with rhymes that tumble ahead of a heavy bass, all with an attitude for decisive action.
For me ‘Tough Love’ (track 3) set the tone of “we’ve got something to say, listen or shut up” and honestly, I recommend you do ( if you haven’t already). Open your mind and you will receive something true.
With ‘Men who will be men today’ and also ‘Freedom’, Gary and Dean show they are prepared to make a statement, not in a removed idealistic way but a grounded day-to-day reality kind of way that is accessible and relatable. True to form, the duo with help from their collaborators, are presenting music that is not defined by genre specific norms but it’s human heart and the observant eye (and ear!) of the artists.
‘Thrill is gone’ feels like a party, and a conversation between Mystero and Deano. Their philosophy on how they want to live seems to be epitomised in the bars “be the best of what you be, and not the rest of what you see”. With lyrics like this, I can definitively say that this is music that will continue to speak to the individual not the sheep.
Thinking out loud through the bars of their lyrics, this work by The Broken Poetz is self-expression at its finest. If I were to be a cynic I might question whether they are limiting their appeal by the cultural references (which make me laugh out loud in delight). I imagine you might scoff at the way they frequently rap about rapping, write about writing, and respond virtually in real time to the response they get from their fans and critics. But these are all stylistic decisions (consistently upheld!) that allow us inside their creative minds and thought processes. The effect is increased integrity, realism, and relateability. I for one, love them for it.