Lil Wayne feat. Big Sean - “My Homies Still” (internet, 2012)
Whoa, when did Lil Wayne and Big Sean become Travis Porter? Yeah, that might be reaching a bit, but from the video, to the rapping, to the stop and gos (this only applies to Big Sean, of course) one can’t help but notice similarities. That aside, Wayne hasn’t been this animated in a long, long time. Wayne is in full scale punchline mode and he’s palpably enthused about rapping. Baby steps, but progress is progress.
I know very little about this band. I don’t know who’s in it or any of that shit. What I do know is that this single is very infectious. I’ve listened to this every day since I first heard it two or three weeks ago. I also know that the band has a Goo-era Sonic Youth meets Pussy Galore meets Royal Trux sound. Oh, and the singer knows what I want, but doesn’t know. I want them to drop an album.
Jesus, where the fuck do I even begin with this tape? I think I’ll start with the name “Young Thug”; which has to be the blandest and most forgettable moniker since “Charles Hamilton”. If you can get past the lazy handle and dive right into the music, you run the risk of being alienated by what you hear. The music could be best described as a mutation of the autotuned drenched “futuristic swag” scene that once permeated inside Atlanta strip clubs. To get an idea of this tape sounds, try and imagine a more abrasive, drugged out Future and you’re well on your way.
As of today, this blog will no longer cover rap exclusively. To kick things off, here’s a track from Physical Therapy’s recently dropped Safety Net EP out on the Hippos In Tanks label. The song title is a little misleading—sounds more like drum n bass, but whatever. The track is a certified banger and goes perfect with the beaches, tanning, and Italian ices.
This might just be the feel good hit of the summer. Another weird, hook-driven joint, rife with plenty digitized T&A. The rapping is pretty sloppy, but in 2012 that doesn’t even matter is anymore. Especially given the party-oriented sonic context of this song. All that aside, in the right hands this song could be a radio hit.
Kendrick has a knack for hammering a concept into the dirt, while simultaneously being both tactful and listenable. Here, the first single from his upcoming album, explores hard drinking and manages to come across almost pop (I mean that in the best way possible, e.g., accessible).
Low-end, minimalist truck bangers from the Bay. The flows are tightened and do a wonderful job of accommodating the forward thinking beats on this tape—the beats were tailor-made to be played on subs or expensive headphones.
At this point, Elite Gymnastics’s Ruin releases are starting to read like Lil B’s seemingly endless Flame series. This is the first track off of their latest release, Ruin 4. I have to concede that I’ve been sleeping on EG, but these guys are really adept at marrying their off-kilter, melodic pop sensibilities with a more abrasive, Psychic TV-like acid house sound. And this track is a prime example. The frantic beat clashes with more melodic vocals. Also, I hate to say it, but Elite Gymnastics really know how to package an item. The album comes with a poster, a tee shirt, and great album art.
Go Dreamer feat. Grip Plyaz - “Supa Saiyan” (digital single, 2012) [prod. by Go Dreamer]
Go Dreamer dropped this track last month and it’s pretty infectious. He’s definitely channeling the #Based school of rapping, at least on this song he is. Go Dreamer is also clearly indebted to Fabo. From what I’ve heard of his rapping it’s usually clean-ish and straightforward, for the most part. What’s interesting is how hook driven this song is. An absurd hook, yes, but still altogether catchy. Enjoy.
After a lengthy hiatus, I’m back and so is Lil B. Hot on the heels of his last mixtape, Trapped in Basedworld, Lil B returns to his much missed new age, spoken-word territory and drops a digital album of ambient compositions and is preparing to release a mixtape which will reportedly consist of all Based Freestyles. Lil B once asked in a song if he was even a rapper anymore. That question remains to be unanswered. What is certain is that by sheer creative force and steadfast individualism he has superseded the genre’s boundaries with his own artistic vision. He’s colored outside the lines to the point where the lines have been obscured. Is he a rapper anymore? Does it even matter?