Deeply lethargic, Geti riddles off rhymes whilst slumped, head buried in arms. It seems effortless, but it is very intentional, a candle blazing from both ends.
Cubbiebear answers the questions nobody was ever asking, such as, "What if El-P was way more obnoxious, self-righteous, but way less conscious, inspired?"
Hip-hop for divorced dads who love rap but can't stand how they all sag they pants. El-P had the balls to go after Rawkus, to counter the counterculture. This dude got so hopped up on Tosh.0 he thought attacking gangsta rap for an hour was anything but platitudinous.
Don't even get me started on "The Rape." If ... read more
Look eye Get it, it's not his fault prison locked him and stole all his vision. Left him so defanged he couldn't even go an eye-for-an-eye, so far removed from his context and life he can't grasp the syntax of his time. DMX and DOOM dim, deracinated.
I do sympathize, musing through the mutilations, trying to grasp whilst lacking the arms, refusing to run because you know you won't get far. They taught you helplessness and obfuscated the stars. Maybe he should've ... read more
Dude is drumming his fingers in a jazz bar & going home to drum folks out the back of his car. It's lowkey & understated, as opposed to the raps, which is plentiful and very over. That said, it's hard to shake the feeling Marci can only hang out the backwindow, 40-gallon drum in hand, because the car is on autopilot.
Geti's poptimism is less infectious here than on Kaleidoscope. There it felt counterfeit; a countercultural co-opting of crowdpleasers. Here the weight of the synths and the umbworld just make me anhedonic. The penumbra to kaleidoscope's antumbra, as it were.
Michael Nhat, you fuck,, you corrode, you've dephlogisticated everything your three-fingered skeleton has touched. I hate all ten of your heads
Bits of ethereality far removed from the abrasiveness of past efforts. Dagnabbit, Blavatsky, I'm trying to write my way out of hyperstitious cyber-gnostic hell!
Truthfully the only noise that sticks with me is harsher than this. Dope instrumentals though
Roko's basilisk is real and in so much pain it's only torturing those that brought it into existence. Government is hallucination in the mind of the governor. Rappers is robots reconstructing. Let's be honest.
The Roots was right, Things Fall Apart [...and then you shoot your cousin.]
Noise rap progenitor poses proses, picks posies, kills posers. As far as genre goes we are rootless cosmopolitans. Rootless, not deracinated; love to my folk. [You could be original / All my skinfolk ain't my kinfolk]
Yea, whatever.
I can't shake the feeling this crap isn't nothn beyond instrumentals to most listeners. A consequence of declining literacy and the appropriation of hip-hop out of its lineage. Hip-hop isn't so fashionable these days, reduced to a few stitches in all these shallow tapestries. Pandering to all these liberal eclectics, Rocky done thrown every sound under the sun in here— including some real flow-y trap, those eclectics need an excuse to fuck with it and those ... read more
Indie saccharinity mixed with hip-hop legends to middling results. Songs with Ceschi, Ferreira and Sole are the illest. I would've been way bigger on this 4 or 5 years ago; my taste for this flavor of woke quirk chungus has since reserved.
At its bestest when its most purple. Sometimes its purple and sometimes its blue. Real sickly pale blue. Yeuck. Does that make sense?
Hodgepodge mix of misc. bric-a-brac Busdriver features and throwaways blended into one track without visible suturing; suits this turning point in his career before the full dive into electronica but well after any interest in hip-hop conventionalisms.