We are lucky enough to premiere Eugene, Oregon rapper, and possible Saiyan, Sammy Warm Hands' new video, "Famous Last Words (Nobody Gives a Fuck)". The video, which finds Mr. Hands, amongst friends and sporting his trademark Johnny Rotten-esque hair, is a middle finger. Period.
The song proves again Sammy's got bars!
Sammy is a grinder, a homebody homeboy, a lifer, a dude that has been quietly releasing music until it's gotten to the point where he had enough material to write a fucking book, WHICH HE DID!
(Also named Famous Last Words: 10 Years of Take 92.)
The tome of Northwest punk rap history is the story of Sammy and a celebration of a decade of releasing music with Take 92. The book is available on michaellarsen.com. Yeah, that Michael Larsen! RIP
So… He's no greeny, with all due respect to the spikes! Sammy Warm Hands fronted hardcore band This Day's End and a punk band, Dead fucking Serious. There's a comprehensive and professional documentary too!
While managing NOT to get a mangey dog and hoboing a train to squat and panhandle the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica, he's now pulled off becoming a quality rapper! Besides walking passed the hair product aisle at the grocery story, IS THERE ANYTHING THIS DUDE CAN'T DO! I'm starting to think not.
Sammy Warm Hands, aka Sam Wartenbee, first came to my attention with his track, "Crisis of Conscience". I've tried to pay attention to his releases ever since.
His latest record, of the same name as the video and the book: Famous Last Words, is a tromp of DIY rhymes of such humid and squachy Northwestern origins that they make me want to slap down my laptop, drive to Home Depot, and buy a fern RIGHT NOW!
A rolling stone gathers no moss, unless that stone is named Sammy Warm Hands and, by moss, you mean an indie music blogger who he can't count as a big fan! Famous Last Words makes me want to tear up my weed rec, quit drinking, buy a skateboard, and invest heavily in hair gel! It's the kind of indie, DIY, punk rock rap record that I think we could all use more of.