One to watch: Pozer

Putting the angst in gangsta, the rising south London rapper brings a touch of vulnerability to his murky tales of drug deals in the ’hood on his debut EP“I’m from the ’hood but I don’t let it define me,” raps Pozer. That’s kind of a fib. The young south Londoner hasn’t become UK rap’s king-in-waiting by rhyming about pony club and private school. His bars are for those intimately familiar with the postcodes where ATMs dispense fivers – and those who get their thrills from tours of the poor doors. What makes him special is his producer RA’s expert take on Jersey drill and Pozer’s authoritative low-frequency flow, both perfectly calibrated with the deliriously relentless, knuckle-skin-stretching tension of his rhymes.His specialist subject? The daily drudgery of exchanging drugs for money – Pozer usually on the sunnier side of the swap – with a scalpel-sharp eye for detail and endless euphemisms for knives. If you’re keen to know the discombobulating mix of vulnerability and invincibility derived from concealing drugs and “Ramz” (Rambo knives) about your person in public, Pozer’s your man. Continue reading...