Zilla Rocca speaks with Camp Lo's Geechi Suede about his solo career, working with Ski Beatz, and fashion.
Coolie High Forever: Camp Lo Carry On | November 18, 2016 |
In the offhand chance that there is a heaven, there will be an entire wing devoted to obscenely talented but perennially unsung rappers. There will be Myka 9 and Doseone. Serengeti and Ras Kass. Andre Nickatina and Max Minelli. Camp Lo will have a bronze statue built for them with imported ostrich feathers in their […]
Camp Lo Still Cold-Blooded | July 7, 2014 |
The team of Ski Beatz and the silky days satin nights squad from the Bronx are like butter that never goes bad. 17 years after the original Uptown Saturday Night, the chemistry is uh, “cold retarded.” That’s the title of their latest song and what it lacks in political correctness, it compensates with classical uptown […]
Camp Lo & Pete Rock’s “80 Blocks From Tiffany’s” | July 30, 2013 |
Camp Lo Decoded | April 24, 2013 |
15 years later, Camp Lo still has yet to reunite with Ski and deliver the sequel to Uptown Saturday Night that will be only awaited by myself, Aesop Rock, Curren$y, Wale and Nate Jones. Is there any group in rap history with a better debut and a more anti-climactic decade and a half. That’s not […]
Camp Lo – 80 Blocks to Tiffany’s | March 29, 2011 |
Beyond Curren$y’s refusal to humor the “Doot Doola Doot Doo” outro, my favorite part of his Narduwar interview was watching him geek out at receiving a Camp Lo vinyl. Cheeba and Suede have always been niche favorites who unite ostensibly opposite groups of people. I have friends who know nothing about hip-hop, who still refer […]
The Return of Camp Lo | March 8, 2011 |
Image via Up North Trips Sonny and Suede ought to receive royalty checks from Spitta, or at least a few spins in his new Ferrari. After all, Camp Lo invented the template for diamond heists, panama hats, and ermine Walt Frazier raps over Ski beats. Lamentably, they exist as footnotes in rap history, but their […]
Camp Lo – “Double Doors” | January 7, 2010 |
The hook boasts “Bronx, bread, booze, and more bubbles,” and so goes the mantra of Chiba and Suede, still gunning, brims tilted, lives luxurious even though they sport karats larger than the amount of copies sold. If they aren’t diamond crooks I don’t know how they can afford to record. How underrated are Camp Lo? […]