When the grayness reflected sunbeams ...

What album! It is a magical cocktail of soul, hip-hop and spoken word finely tuned, signed by Ursula Rucker, a beautiful plant and cunning that many essentially know for his participation in some songs of The Roots, often concluding their albums (see particularly Things fall apart).

Supa Sista highlights an increased degree of poetic writing to a dizzying level of requirement (some serious basics of English necessary to fully enjoy the thing), whose essence is placed in the center of artistic material produced Ursula Rucker, foremost concern for mainstream and hackneyed câlinade hearing.
The program includes toxic grooves (and often minimalist) that stick to the skin, a sweet and affectionate voice, but intense over-all ... Either a totally captivating dive time in the visions of this discrete priestess of Philadelphia, deeply activist and humanist, and with a creative vision bluffing.
The texts transcribe brulantes passions beautifully imaged or transfigured ("7", "One million ways to burn"), authentic trauma sublimated somehow ("Song for Billy"), or position papers flawless without compromises, without ambiguities ("Womansong" the slap "What ???" or not-but desperately pessimistic "Digichant").

The universe unveiled here is sometimes dark and without embellishments, without fatalism either. With ruthless integrity, but also a touching positivity, Ursula Rucker built a beautiful and challenging album, absolutely hypnotic. We have constantly to return, to refine his individual perception of soundscapes and stories that have been superbly concocted it ...