Johnny Greystoke is a college student and a member of the Jazz Club. One of his chums is an overseas boarder chappie who likes to rap on about stuff, watches far too much TV and therefore has an American style of rapping. They know the legend of Tarzan as Johnny keeps bangin’ on about it, going on about how he is a descendent of Earl Greystoke who became known as Tarzan. Knowing Johnny as I do he probably got mixed up with Earl Gray the tea maker or the Duke Of Earl. Anyways to “cut a long story short my friends” Johnny and the rapper get together one lunchtime at the college Jazz Club and start jamming around and get onto the subject of girls. The jam develops into a lyrical story about finding a maid for Tarzan and hooks and melodies appear as if out of nowhere. Johnny really hates jazz so, defiant to the end, comes up with the demo for the lyrics and the groove and the rap chappie delivers the goods on the dope side of things. Johnny’s other Jazz Club mate Al Temper (aka Nu Shotgate Soul) gets the plaudits for da beats, the knob twiddling and producer credits just because he owns some studio with a zebra crossing opposite the front door and won’t let anyone else play with his knobs…need I say more.