Gimmie That Thang Africa From The Zulu Nation – A Bass-Fueled Punch to the Gut
Alright, let’s cut the crap. This 1991 banger from Brain Damage ain’t your grandma’s record collection. It’s raw, in-your-face bass music with enough grit to scrape paint off a wall. Released on Hot Records (because "lukewarm" wasn’t an option), this album hits hard where it counts: right between the ears and straight into your chest cavity. Genre-wise? Yeah, it's electronic and hip-hop, but don’t box it up too tight—this thing breathes fire.
Now, I’m not here to jabber about every track because who’s got time for that? Let’s zoom in on two cuts that’ll leave you reeling: “Gimmie That Thang” and “Africa From The Zulu Nation.”
First up, “Gimmie That Thang.” Holy hell, this joint slaps like a pissed-off bear. The bassline is so thick you could spread it on toast. Danny D produced this beast, and you can tell he didn’t show up to play nice. There’s something primal about how the beat locks onto your spine and refuses to let go. Like yeah, you think you’re dancing, but nah, bro—it’s more like convulsing. And those scratches? Damn near surgical precision. Whoever said 1991 was all flannel shirts and grunge clearly missed this heavyweight knockout.
Then there’s “Africa From The Zulu Nation,” which flips the script entirely. This one’s got soul, man. Not the kind you sip on Sunday mornings with pancakes; I’m talking ancestral vibes that hit you like a freight train of identity and rhythm. Written by D. Spohn and M. Jeter, it’s got layers—like peeling back history itself. The drums are tribal but laced with futuristic synths that make you question what decade you’re even living in. You feel connected—to Africa, to the streets, maybe even to aliens if you’ve had enough coffee. Point is, it sticks. Long after the needle lifts, you’re still vibin’.
Mixing creds go to B. Greenspan, and props where they’re due—he kept the chaos under control without neutering its edge. Same shoutout to M. Marro for recording this madness. These cats knew exactly how to bottle lightning without blowing themselves up.
So what’s my take? Gimmie That Thang Africa From The Zulu Nation isn’t perfect—it doesn’t need to be. What it does do is punch through mediocrity with zero apologies. It’s loud, messy, unapologetically bold, and honestly? That’s why it works.
And hey, here’s the kicker: listening to this feels like finding an old VHS tape at a garage sale. Sure, it’s dusty and kinda scratched, but once you press play, you realize you’ve stumbled onto something way cooler than whatever’s trending today. Go figure.
