Max Bell

“What follows is the far more complicated story of how our country’s complex, disturbingly callous, and ever-shifting yet forever intractable immigration policies created years of hell and potentially permanent exile for one of hip-hop’s greatest producers.”

A self-taught, prolific, intuitive, musician, he embodied and embraced the totality of Black musical history, blew speakers and mystified listeners, and his unconvential approach to making shit bumping made him what some call “the closest Los Angeles has come to producing a Sun Ra.”