Hammer pants. Of course. If you're going to co-op the best aspects of hip-hop production, why not simultaneously channel the secret shame of the industry. Sew up some curtains and the rest is smooth sailing.
The early 1990s was clearly the heyday of ridiculous pants. Parachutes pants may had fallen from grace at that point, but nobody really had time to miss all those zippers. Instead, society witnessed an epic collision on the x-y axis of fashion when the irresistible force of Hammer pants met head on with the immovable object that was Zubaz, (a company I'm amazed to discover still exists)! By the time I was in 7th grade, I had a pair of legitimate Notre Dame Zubaz pants, along with an additional pair of Dunham's-style Zubaz knockoffs. Hammer pants never quite conquered the consumer market; they were more a symbol of what could be attained one day as opposed to a logistical reality for pre-teens of the midwest.
But on an 1992 overnight bus ride in Pennsylvania, I discovered what it was like to witness the majesty of the Hammer pants with my own eyes.
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