Sui Zhen
Secretly Susan

Who is Ruff Kru?

It’s a thing. Things are ugly. Things are beautiful. The record is a blur of melted media. Piles of tapes and records. Human elements provide some evidence that we are still the ghosts in the shell. The world that is being built is broken like a breakbeat. Our perception gives it flavor. Pay attention to the details listeners. This city is humming. The master programmer and the underground mellow are trading bars with the frantic, the hard, the heart, and the horrifying. Voices are held in suspension like conjured spirits given new context through the sublime art of sampling. Resurrect the music with a message or a question. Where does it come from? Why does it fit? Reaching out brings you deeper within. Static, fuzz, echo, and the bedrock of a boom-bap rhythm. Ignore it if you dare but you can’t deny the feeling. The trembling in your blood. The hot wire touching the specimen in the petri dish reveals life’s impulsive nature. SURVIVE. When the soul speaks, making sense isn’t an option. Words don’t do it justice. The password is LISTEN.