"Who rocks the party?/ We rock the party/ And everybody rocks at the Gold Chains party," screams a squinting Gold Chains from the center of a recent pre-Halloween bash. The crowd around him grows frenzied, booty-shaking and floor-quaking as hard bass lines, tinny electro beats, and thick keyboard riffs pour from the speakers. The 5-foot-7-inch rapper punches in some commands on his laptop computer, then howls, "Get your damn hands off my microphone/ Give it to me/ It's Gold... More >>>
By Akim Aginsky
Gold Chains: The pimp daddy of sound-system psychedelia.