1 Tuff Place

The music really reflects this postwar Viennese sense of impending doom.

I was digging through the crates the other day and dusted off an old copy of the ne'er released hodgepodge that is Flava Tribe's The Sword of Damocles. The earlier title, Flava Tribe Will Cut Your Dick Off, was abandoned after some unsavory focus groups indicated their displeasure with the threat-as-title approach. Now, after reading Damocles' wikipedia entry, I'm just a little confused and rather uncomfortable (see: "Immediately, he lost all taste for the fine foods and beautiful boys"). Regardless, this is a fun chronological jaunt through FT's early awful songs. I still think they're fun to listen to though, see if you agree.

The Sword of Damocles (.zip file) - Right click (or for you savvy Mac users ctrl-click) the link to the left and Save As... Then unzip it and throw it in iTunes. Enjoy the artwork.

Tracklisting: 1) Flava Over Here; 2) Outstanding; 3) Fuck Tha Thugs; 4) R.E.P.; 5) Trust; 6) No Reservations (Old Version); 7) Alive (Freestyle) (Toyed with leaving this one off but I sadly know it's a fan fave...note the singular use of fan); 8) Our Hip-Hop, Our Music, Our Way (feat. Nunzi Balls); 9) The Wrath; 10) 1 by 1; 11) Self-Destruction; 12) Reflections.

Beware of the inevitable gimmickry with which we roll out supposed new features and assorted kitchen sink-like frivolities in attempts to nail down a regular audience. The niche will soon be carved, the supply paired with a demand, and the tofurkey trimmed of its unsaturated fat. But until that occurs, please accept our growing pangs and uneven bangs in stride. For an awkward adolescence is but the stepping-stone to a bright and buxom future.

One guarantee we here at 1 Tuff are willing to make is that we will not forget the foundation upon which this mess of metatags and php code now rests. Wyles Mallo, the 1 Tuff nom de plume of the late Steven J. Mally, was a founding member of the 1 Tuff Place collective. The Thomas Jefferson to my George Washington Duke, if you will. It is within this affectionately titled “Mallo’s Leftovers” category that we hope his spirit can be realized, celebrated, and reflected upon through his own words and whoever else feels like contributing. We’ll start at the end of our journey with the great man and make our way back, and then just go about anywhere we please. Here’s The Road Show, the first of many leftovers. Mallo, the floor is yours…