Poach Stevens, the self proclaimed 'blue collar poppin' average werkin' class joe', is anything but average. Often compared to Atmosphere and the Black Eyed Peas, he bobs and weaves flawlessly around tracks with underground grit and pop sensibilities. He brings his experiences to the mic with honesty, humor and conviction but never bitterness. 16 tracks in all, Poach is joined by Ashkon on two songs and Latrice Barnett on another.
Enlightened (Black Panther movement), and the Un (Hyphy movement). The Bay is a chem-lab of talkers and rockers, churning confectionary delights for every tooth. When the mad flyentist mixed realist perspective with satirical wit, a smoke-puff bore Poach Stevens. Every MC was brought screaming and gooey into hard luck beginnings, it's the narration that sets them apart. Poach is heavy struggle funneled through the wit and comedic content of a man driven by 'f..k-it' mantras. Poking fun at his plight, Stevens is not bogged and muddled by over consciousness or forced humor as so many other niche-hunters, its genuine chuckle-mongering from a story-teller extraordinaire. Tight production homies, and credits for opening RZA, Ghostface, De La Soul, and others, don't feel bad for digging him, you're not alone. --URB, August 2008