Hilltop Hoods

Hilltop Hoods

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“THE HOODS’ LATEST ALBUM, REINFORCES THEIR PLACE AT THE FOREFRONT OF AUSSIE HIP-HOP. MORE THAN ANY OTHER BAND THEY’VE DEFINED THAT GENRE AND CONTINUE TO GO FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH. FOR MY MONEY, THEY ARE THE BEST LIVE BAND IN AUSTRALIA.” - FINN BRADSHAW, EDITOR OF J MAG

Biography

FOLLOWING THE SUCCESS OF 2003’S ‘THE CALLING’, WHICH HAS THE HONOUR OF BEING AUSTRALIAN HIP-HOP’S HIGHEST SELLING RELEASE TO DATE,
HILLTOP HOODS HAVE EMERGED AS THE UNDISPUTED LEADERS OF A BURGEONING LOCAL SCENE, AND WON THE RESPECT OF HIP-HOP’S INTERNATIONAL UNDERGROUND.

The lead up to the recent success of Hilltop Hoods has been a long, rewarding road allowing them to
develop as artists and hone their performance skills while always upholding their integrity.

In the early 1990s emcees Suffa and Pressure met while attending the same high school in the hills of
Adelaide and were later introduced by a mutual friend to DJ Debris. Inspired by the classic styles of
Ultramagnetic MCs and Public Enemy, as well as local heroes Def Wish Cast and AKA Brothers,
the trio conspired to add their own chapter to Hip-Hop’s canon. The Hilltop Hoods were born.

From day one the Hoods made a conscious decision to represent their world, their lives and their country. When Hip-Hop heads dropped the crew’s fi rst EP (Back Once Again) on their turntables in 1997 they heard broad Australian accents, nimble flows and a smorgasbord of stunning beats.

Since then the Hoods have refined their approach through five full length albums—A Matter of Time
(1999), Left Foot, Right Foot (2001) The Calling (2003), The Hard Road (2006) and The Hard Road:
Restrung (2007)—all the while never abandoning the unique sound they created in the Adelaide Hills as Hip-Hop loving youngsters.

Over beats that draw from the best musical traditions of funk, jazz and soul, Suffa and Pressure display an instinctive rhyme chemistry that is as tight as it is intense.

The Hoods infuse a classic HipHop sound with an ethos that is innovative and fearless. Staid
conservatism and self-indulgent experimentalism are both avoided and the Hoods’ inspirational sound
has been embraced far beyond Hip-Hop’s loyal underground.

When the heads of rock fans, dance music evotees, and even casual radio listeners all nod in unison to the Hoods’ infectious beats it’s no wonder the boys have been labelled as head of their game and racked up a number of prestigious industry awards.

A rigorous touring schedule, including a sold out solo national tour, standout spots at the Big Day Out (in 2005 and 2006), Splendour In The Grass
(in 2005 and 2007) and Falls Festivals, has seen the crew recognised as one of Australia’s hottest live acts by press, industry insiders and fans alike.

The Hoods’ critically acclaimed 4th album ‘The Hard Road’ debuted at number 1 on the ARIA Album Charts and has since seen Hilltop Hoods secure their 2nd Platinum Record, won 2 ARIAs and
numerous other awards (including the coveted J Award) with these exceptional feats having once again set a benchmark within the genre
of Aussie Hip-Hop. It was this release that led to the concept

Hilltop Hoods’ achievements in the past year alone have been phenomenal. It doesn’t give them justice to say they went from strength to strength as that doesn’t mean enough. They stay true to their music,
their integrity and their original supporters and they have been duly rewarded for their tireless work.
Give credit where credit is due and here’s to the remarkably bright future Hilltop Hoods have in front of them.

www.hilltophoods.com
www.obeserecords.com

AWARDS

2007 SA Dance Music Award for Most Popular Live Act

2007 Nominated for ‘Best Hip Hop Single’ (The Hard Road), ‘Best Hip Hop Album’ (The Hard Road)
and ‘Best Hip Hop Group’ in Urban Music Awards

2007 Nominated for ‘Best Live Band’ in Jack Awards

2007 Nominated for ‘Best Hip Hop Video’ in MTVA

2007 ‘Myspace/AMP Prize’ Winner

2006 Best Hip Hop Act in Rolling Stone Magazine Reader’s Poll

2006 Winners of ‘Best Single’ (The Hard Road), ‘Best Posse Track’ (The Blue Blooded) and ‘Best Verse’
(Pressure – Stopping All Stations) in OzHipHop.Com Awards

2006 5 entries in Triple J’s Hottest 100. Highest placing at #3 for ‘The Hard Road’

2006 ‘J Award’ Winner for ‘Best Australian Album’

2006 ‘Independent Artist of The Year’ in AIR Awards

2006 ‘Best Performing Independent Album’ in AIR Awards

2006 ‘Best Producer – Suffa’ in the Dance Music Awards

2006 ‘Best Live Act’ in the Dance Music Awards

2006 ‘Best Remix’ for the Suffa remix of ‘The Hard Road’ in the Dance Music Awards

2006 ‘Best Hip Hop Act’ in the Dance Music Awards

2006 ‘Best Single’ for ‘The Hard Road’ in the Dance Music Awards

2006 ‘Best Album’ for ‘The Hard Road’ in the Dance Music Awards

2006 ‘The Hard Road’ Album achieves Platinum Sales

2006 Nominated for 5 ARIA Awards

2006 ‘Best Independent Release’ in ARIA Awards

2006 ‘Best Urban Release’ in ARIA Awards

2006 ‘Best Hip Hop Group’ in the Urban Music Awards

2006 ‘The Calling’ Album achieves Platinum Sales

2006 ‘The Hard Road’ Album achieves Gold Sales

2006 ‘The Calling Live’ DVD achieves Gold Sales

Lyrics

The Hard Road

Written By: M. Lambert & D. Smith

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis)
Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions
Written and performed by M. Lambert and D. Smith
Scratches by DJ Debris
Contains a sample of ‘Out in the Woods’, written and performed by Leon Russel.
Used courtesy of Universal Music.

Verse 1 – Suffa

Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran’s dog,
Cos I was going nowhere like a child’s letters to god,
Though life’s road was hard I was never so lost,
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box,
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till,
They’d have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up,
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,
And bail me out, a failure out once again,
Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again,
And I never will forgive myself,
For putting you through all that hell,
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor,
To being out on tour, now no stopping me,
I’ll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography.

Chorus

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been.

Verse 2 – Pressure

I spent my youth like life was cheap,
The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more broken baggage we carry the larger the load,
This school drop-out got knocked out, chased by the cops out,
Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out,
Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being,
A dope mc but never lost hope in dreaming,
We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail,
If I never had bailed maybe I’d be dead or in jail,
And man I got no one else to blame,
I thank my family and music for keeping me sane,
But that’s the breaks right? Started working late nights,
Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might,
And I’ve done too many years to miss this for my missus,
To have to tell my son he nearly never existed.

Chorus

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, DJ Debris c’mon and break it down like,

Verse 3 – Suffa

And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth,
Cos all these kids that I meet man they mirror my youth,
And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option,
But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching,
So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up,
Tear a page from my book out, and pull out,
Your finger put your foot out and keep a lookout,
For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout.

Chorus

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been…

Recapturing The Vibe

Written By: M. Lambert & D. Smith

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis)
Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions
Written and performed by D. Smith and M. Lambert
Scratches by DJ Debris

Verse 1 – Pressure

It’s the next chapter, where’s all my head at?
You slept at the fact that we crept back to,
Set factors straight, the only dead rappers,
Are penned at the papes of no cred actors,
Those haters, no you don’t faze us,
Cos you don’t know shit so, you’re on a need to know basis,
And those gracious folk with no status,
I made this flow for you, no your own name is,
Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it’s the,
Middle finger that you put up in a fixture,
Life’s a bitch and it’ll hit you,
If I could pimp women like I do words I’d be living literature,
Hip Hop’s a circus act this is absurd but fact,
One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap,
One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that,
Furthered rap culture round the earth and back,
But some diss but when I'm up in your face,
You’re a man of your word; you got nothing to say,
I got respect for the scene and love for the place,
Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change,
We’re still striving on, were still alive and strong,
Right or wrong I’d still kill for where I belong,
Insightful on the real deal when I write a song,
Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on?

Verse 2 – Suffa

I’ll have the whole crowd like, oh shit, that’s right I said it,
I’ll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits,
Two of the best to ever edit poetics,
It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it,
Off, Hilltop in the place, sir just calm down,
Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down,
You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round,
You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round,
Pump it up in your car; turn your car into a club,
Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down,
Just burn the bar down, like a disco inferno,
MCs aren’t the only thing we burn though,
I’m the arsonist like Rakim is,
So ask your kids who the number one artist is,
Obese got the mad fucking roster while,
Your crew couldn’t even house a foster child,
You’re flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got to smile,
When you panic on stage like you lost a child,
Where’s Benny? Benny’s across the road watching Hilltop,
Cos they got the flow the hills have still got,
The skills, the beats to get nice on,
Don’t need drugs, I get a buzz when the mics on,
So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on,
Hilltop, we’re what’s left when the vibe’s gone.

Clown Prince

Written By: M. Lambert & D. Smith

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis)
Produced by Debris for X-Bred Productions
Written and performed by M. Lambert and D. Smith
Scratches by DJ Debris
Contains a sample of ‘Laying Pipe’, performed by Pornosonic.
Used courtesy of Virgin Monk Muzic (BMI) and Valley Entertainment Incorporated.

Chorus

It’s your round if you’re hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since,
Back in the days, I’m the clown prince.
It’s your round, if you’re hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since,
Back in the days when I was a teenager.

Verse 1 – Suffa

First up on the dulcet tones of the Gravy Bone Project,
Suffa MC came to take you home,
I drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips,
Into arms I’ll lick your spirit with my miracle whip,
Whip, cos what I’m hearing’s all shit on the lyrical tip,
Nah I aint feeling you kid, we gave you,
Something to jock, but it wasn’t no thing,
Like Bobby gave Whitney a rock but it wasn’t no ring,
And I’m a keep at em, crossing my fingers that eve,
Says keep Adam, I’m going down on Louise,
And I’m a wreak havoc, little man with a big pen,
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen,
Like Drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Titties, representing the city that I grew up in,
We laid the path so you got a way in,
It’s Hilltop; we’re three stars like a Holiday Inn.

Chorus

It’s your round if you’re hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since,
Back in the days, I’m the clown prince.
It’s your round if you’re hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since,
Back in the days when I was a teenager.

Verse 2 – Pressure

Next up, when I get loose with no fail,
Appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale,
So when I leave yo, you’re fucking with my pride I don’t see though,
Typical MC, my nuts don’t match the size of my ego,
I seize an opportunity cos they don’t linger,
The glass aint half empty its half full that why I’m a table drinker,
Think you’re on Pressures level? Only thing tight bro,
That you might show is dressed in several of your wife’s clothes,
An arrogant fucker damaging suckers masterfully,
If I married your mother you still wouldn’t be half of me,
You should run from me, fuck battling aint nothing sweet,
Cos I won’t beat you to the punch I’ll punch you to the beat,
Don’t get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street,
My foots always in my mouth I just cant stomach defeat,
I’m a master these until it’s hard to breathe,
Its Hilltop, we’re the first to come last to leave.

Chorus

It’s your round if you’re hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since,
Back in the days, I’m the clown prince.
It’s your round if you’re hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since,
Back in the days when I was a teenager.

Verse 3 – Suffa and Pressure

I’m smooth like Marlon Brando at thirty,
At my peak like Marlon Brando at fifty,
And I’m fat like Marlon Brando at seventy,
Fuck it; no MC could ever better me,
And half the time half my crew could drink the bar,
And half these cats aint half of what they think they are,
We independent, I’d sign on the line,
The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times,
Their rhymes are designed to try diss us, but why diss us?
I don’t rewind to try to find disses,
Man, I just recline and mind my business,
And I think in lines in rhymes, the rhyme stitches,
Up the minds of the lines of dimes and fine…
I pen letters that kill,
Then stab your neck with a feather until you’ve bled in my quill,
This veteran’s ill, thinking you can better my skill,
You need medicine chill a Pressure vendettas for real.

Chorus

It’s your round if you’re hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since,
Back in the days, I’m the clown prince.
It’s your round if you’re hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since,
Back in the days when I was a teenager.

Discography

"Back Once Again" - Vinyl EP (1997)

"A Matter of Time" LP - CD (1999)

"Left Foot, Right Foot" LP - CD & Vinyl (2001)

"The Calling" LP- CD & Vinyl (2003)

"The Calling Live" - DVD (2005)

"Clown Price" - CD Single & 12" Vinyl (2006)

"The Hard Road" LP - CD & Vinyl (2006)

"The Hard Road" - CD Single & 12" Vinyl (2006)

"What A Great Night" - CD Single & 12" Vinyl (2006)

"The Hard Road Restrung" LP - CD & Vinyl (2007)

Set List

SETLIST

1. INTRO.
2. THE SENTINEL.
3. PT.1 RECAPTURING THE VIBE.
4. PT.2 RECAPTURING THE VIBE.
5. CLOWN PRINCE
6. CLOWN PRINCE REMIX.
7. THE CERTIFICATE (MEDLEY)
8. THE BLUE BLOODED (OVER TOUCH THE SKY)
9. (CERTIFIED CHANT).
10. ILLUSIONARY LINES (MEDLEY)
11. TESTIMONIAL YEAR (MEDLEY).
12. CITY OF LIGHT.
13. STOPPING ALL STATIONS.
14. WHAT A GREAT NIGHT.
15. CIRCUIT BREAKER.
16. NOSEBLEED INTRO
17. THE NOSEBLEED SECTION.
18. THE HARD ROAD.
19. TWILIGHT.
20. DUMB ENOUGH.