| 12/10/2016| Sound

Loitered Lens: Sturla Atlas

More than wannabe posturing, Sturla Atlas impressed with heartfelt lyrics at the Jazz Cafe

Rapping in English and with all the colloquialisms of teenagers with a South London postcode, Sturla Atlas hang their collective identity on their own postal area – the 101 boys from Downtown Reykjavik.

More than mere posturing, there were some heartfelt and open lyrics.

– Sarah Corbett Batson reporting on the Icelandic troupe’s performance at the Jazz Cafe.

Photos by Carl Byron Batson. Not to be reproduced without express prior permission.

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Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.

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