Reggie Warlock

Reggie Warlock is an MC, Artist and under known fashion icon currently haunting Los Angeles. Although his physical street address lies somewhere in the city, his permanent residence hides somewhere between the kick and the snare. Warlock is a product of the California Hip-Hop scene of the mid-'90s. Through his unwavering dedication to his ideals (including but not limited to: Mic Rocking, aerosol art, outfits that include a boom box, as well as the gruesome public beheadings of biters, fakers and wack chumps) Warlock has carved a niche for himself as an ambassador of true-school completeness in today's landscape of overgeneralized culture and cheap celebrity Warlock's physical appearance lands in the neighborhood of alchemical B-boy gentleman and interplanetary gigolo. He has been known to rock the un-rockable and cause even the most dashing fashioneer to say, " I would vote for that guy". As for the clothing he designs, it is said that it can cause even the most busted individual to be adored by women and respected by men. (Apparently the magic is in the ink. No one quite knows how this works.) His discography, however limited, is profoundly resonant. Aside from various cameos on mix-tapes illegally apprehended by dope fiends in several states, his work includes: "Concrete Evidence" (the under-heard debut classic as one half of the group "Knew Reliks"), Hard Bitten & Armed (his bump-drunk solo knocker) and sorted live sessions with the terminally funky (and sadly defunct) "Wreck Center". All of these releases are available courtesy of Reggie's Backpack. Ushering in the new dawn of freedom writers, Reggie Warlock juggles a myriad of styles for the tired and uninspired. His unabashed stranglehold on whatever is "it" squeezes the juices of the prosperity to all generations of enlightened people throughout the cosmos. It is in him that the children of the sun find a shining array of untouched confidence with which to stride forward amidst the hordes of blindfolded swagger. His essence is undeniable. Cling to luck if you must, but the Warlock offers the calibrated truth that "no pearl is polished without friction, nor a man complete without trials and affliction". In spite of all odds posed by the dramatic indifference of society, the Warlock holds down the fort for every kid who ever thought that freshness was a way of life. His residue can be found anywhere from the dirt stained bottom of your oldest pair of Shell-Toes to the button on top of your best Sunday Kangol. In an attempt to bring down the charade of half-ass award shows and name brand clothes, Warlock breathes life into ideas once thought only to exist only in the most revered graffiti murals. Like him or hate him, he represents everything that has ever been right: Beats, Rhymes & Life...