(via The Last Poets – “New York, New York”)

Year: 1970

Album: The Last Poets

This isn’t technically jazz, but how else can you describe this rhythm? These voices move like angry horns played by a pissed off Miles Davis who has seen too many friends in dire need and too many bystanders doing nothing. This record, with its unflinching fusion of words and rhythm, is one of the logical starting points of hip-hop and rap, and it’s the most realistic song called “New York, New York.”