Hurricane Haiku

Hailing from the musical melting pot of Leeds Haiku is a founding member of the Woo! school of hip hop and original affiliate of the nine lives family. A pioneer of interstellar space travel, calm abiding insight meditation, and tantric funk, Ku is said to have gained initiation into the art of freestyle following visitations from various animal deities. Im Guided by a Brahmini kite, swhy blue meanies cant see me right?



Judge him not on the manner in which he conducts himself (with the subtlety of an anvil) as a lover, boozer, schmoozer and mover for to do so would detract from his position within the Madhyarappa linage as a scholar-monk holder of the perfection of rhythm sutras, master of bodhicitta, and follower of the middle path.



Unimpressed with the dominant schools of hip hop in the U.K. Haiku, his mentor of sound Eliphino and fellow linguists Whighum and Optik seek to re-establish the elemental foundation of eloquence and rhythm lacking in the bling generation, while cheekily indulging in the ways of the world: I met The Man, and hes cool.



Following an un-sanctimonious temporary exile from the north Haiku famously set up green man studios in an abandoned warehouse in seven sisters serving as an escape from the hell that is London: on my way down to the big smoke/where the night time sky line spits woe, Im chilling It was here that the seminal diary of a private detective was recorded, consisting of warped cautionary tales sent back from a bleak bladerunner-esque future.



An advocate of hardware Im no Luddite, I would if I could he works with the industry standard MPC2000 poor mans orchestra Haiku has also been known to use everyday appliances to great effect, and hypnotise on the pan pipes. Rumoured to have authored numerous esoteric teachings hidden in unknown realms, the in your face recluse speaks quietly down microphones Whys everybody shouting?



What does he have to add to hip hop? the mission is clear when Ive reached/ a status of greatness and made beats/ that compete with the sound of heaven/ many years from now when Im shrouded in legend Ill leave rap.[find] enlightenmentthats why I live my life quite like I do till my death bed when Ill write the final Haiku.



Well then, I give you the man, the enigma, a mystery rolled in a tobacco leaf.



article by Horace Windpoll: the art of the working classes 2004 OUP.



Sources: talk of the town ep.

diary of a private detective ep.

the fundamental wisdom of the rhythm way lp.