If DJhistory smoked bigger doobies, knew Pete Rock, lived in Fort Greene and did capoeira at the weekend it would be Wax Poetics. We’d be kicking back with Idris Muhammad, Bernard Purdie, the RZA, Prince Paul, cats like that. We’d have James Brown’s drummers, graffiti nostalgia, and acres of record porn. The best of the studious magazine’s first six years. Fine, detailed, earnest and pure.