MIZZA
Let the name reverberate in your ears. Her sound is defiant. It is epic. And it never asks anything of you. It always
demands. The thick-throated, raw-sugared vocal chops of this aggressive young woman braves the bravado heard on
countless radio stations and in numerous venues across the city. She is not afraid to play the emcee game, and is no
stranger to its players.
With an album out this fall on Dai-lo Recordings, Mizza (Messiah if ya nasty) challenges listeners, groovers, and
non-believers with proud and railing riddims, reminiscent in sound and skill of those who laid ground in the early
nineties rap game - Slick Rick, Rakim - with a twist. It is difficult to pinpoint any female rap artists that have
come before that sound anything like Mizza. For once, a fresh voice has presented itself to us. And it’s designated
in our Hip Hop Commandments to listen.
Mizza breaks out hard, proving herself to the industry, the ever-changing cast of characters, the fakers, and the
naysayers. She is currently nominated this year for three UMAC awards, for her sometimes Toronto-centric, second
coming lyrics, accented by the brashness of her beats, atmospheric rock guitar, classy clavinet, and dancehall
chanting. Oma Faldinger, of African and Italian decent, brings things from all corners of this world to your stereo.
“Battle Me”, the first single off of “Revelation Genesis”, stomps from the get-go, beating the listener into a
bloodied, melodious pulp by the end of the track. The energy that courses through this cut is addictive and unrelenting.
On “Mizza Dot Com”, her sharp tongue slashes through the concrete jungle, and her beats shake the pavement to rubble
under your feet. No matter how hard you fight it, the chorus on “Get Hi” will engage you, wrap itself around you, and
leave your body twitchin. You want more, but can your body handle it? Like a habit you can’t break, your worst
nightmare, but your number one desire…
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