“Stickball” by P. Vert starts out with a laid-back groove and nostalgic spoken-word reminiscent of childhood that could’ve come straight out of “Coney Island Baby”. But Mr. Vert wants to do a bit more than “play football for the coach”. You want to turn away, but how many other songs can you name that follow an exhortation to “whip some skull on me bitch!” with a proclamation of sainthood?
