**SONG OF THE MONTH**

A little girl with pig tails, a mickey mouse jumper and dimples cute enough to warm the coldest heart, which is officially owned by the one named Jeremy Clarkson, walks out in front of a bare brick wall. What happens next you ask. Does she break out into song, revel us in the delights of her day.  No she waxes lyrical about her views on the act of cunnilingus, her enemies and her lovers all in the filthiest ways possible.

The name Azealia Banks is on everyone's lips at the moment, she topped the NME cool list and the BBC Sound of 2012 list, but I'm sure she would much rather like everyone to be on her lips (the filth is contagious I don't know what I'm going to say next).

Everyone that has been on any music blog or anywhere near East London in the past few months will have heard this song and they'll understand why its my song of the month. '212' is a hipster dance floor classic that  people who live outside Hoxton can not only stomach but actually love too.

Since '212' became a huge hit Banks seems to have got lumped in with a few other rappers that started around the same time as her, and a few that didn't, who happen to be black and female. Generalisations can easily happen, especially when you're on a deadline or need to fill two pages in the next issue, but it's still a shame people need to find a reason why a black woman is taking up space.

On a brighter note Banks is making the most of her hit song, she's been touring all over and has put out two new demo in the last few months so it looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of her soon.