Kenny Segal beats make a science out of zen; in my next life, I want to be me, and meet you again. Barman composes a series of odes from my future self, mad prophetic.
You only have twice in life to find your one and only. My first didn't go so swell. OME found the Blowed, then Hellfyre, and both went belly-up. He has his own thing going on now. Geti found Anticon and never was affiliated again. Guess he's worried. Better make that next one count.
OME and Geti are two of my favorite emcees. They're two of a lot of people's favorite emcees. I have to imagine that pressure is why this project buckles in on itself.
YouTube rap cipher type beats. Stacking syllables doesn't make you deep and the pace here more resembles the Eminem-influenced hacks [hey, Tech N9ne is on this!] than those who have freaked the style superior.
I'm very big on Rhys Langston's idiosyncratic means of writing; verbose because opacity is a virtue, purple because it's a nice color. He makes the tropes of the ouroboric modern abstract scene work for him by subverting them with cohorts. No monotone flow, but he still sublimate the rage.
Sadistik hates his life & so tries to make something larger-than-it. A fool's errand, despite his writing chops.
Hos on my dick cause I look like a drawing of the Prophet Muhammad.
Anā al-Ḥaqq, Anā al-Ḥaqq!
Kristoff Krane forces Sadistik into brevity, where he finds his soul. Incredibly solid offering from both emcees.
Rhys Langston is trying to do a lot instrumentally, which is commendable, but he is unable to command the necessary presence. It doesn't help that he's buried in the mix.
Overwrought & more than a little cheesy; the protracted length affects a greater depth than is actually possessed.
Very real flashes of the skill Buck maintained through his disaffected 2000s, but with a clear & renewed love for hip-hop. He shouts out Open Mike Eagle on this one.
Lyrically important, conscious, sabotaged by a harebrained scheme to make boring and generic trap work for him and for the culture. The culture oft-clamoring for that artifical trap beat, I suppose.
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I have sorrow for everyone who doesn't grow / The sorrow grows in me so it makes the rest of me not grow / So then we're in the same place and they feel sorry for me / But I'm so hollow, they can't follow the freedom that breeds it's own breathing
(Are you guys laughing?)
Don't laugh, don't laugh, I'm here on my behalf / I've grafted, grafted, I'm plastic, my mask; I can't breath and so I gasp / There's no need to even ask / I ... read more
Ill and timeless, El-Production puts Cannibal Ox' godbody diction to test over beats of hyperstition. Cats still bite this divine style!
Seeing Mac Lethal & Vast Aire on the same tracklist is trippy. Timecapsule for sure.
Sadistik's debut sets the tone for what would follow; a general air of melancholy & ruthless self-critique, unfortunately here accompanied with very flat production.
Scans like demos of an overactive mind; noncomittal but also noncommercial.
Dedicated to Sophia; not to be confused with Sophia from KDxMPC, the one that loves Elaine and airtagged her luggage baggage claim; nor Sophia from Palookaville, the one ingrained in Geti's brain, who got famous and forgot all about Ashkenazi Dave.
I am not what you supposed, nor you I, yet & still I can't get free without you.
Bloom is the mood of the day. Geti muses over the trappings of almost-fame, as artists clamor to be fodder for McDeath. There is no avant-garde anymore. ... read more
I genuinely cannot fucking stand Ransom
I audibly gasped at that last-minute twist, and am now eagerly awaiting whatever comes next for Dennis. It's a wonderful set-up; how do you handle learning those most irrational fears were warranted? Time will tell. KDIV, though, has the least intrusive Anders Holm interludes of a KD project which aid immensely in illuminating the bits of KD's condition that didn't quite fit into the rhymes. The songs are a bit disconnected from the narrative, but the narrative never mattered ... read more