Samusalame

Sharif keeps on capturing a deranged feeling with his rapping. The way his voice reverberates and is often doubled gives the impression of being trapped in his head and hearing a subconscious echo each time a the continuous flux of thoughts happens to stop by to form a sentence. It's reflected in his writing too. It's among the most abstract stuff the genre has to offer, and yet it's still poignant in its imagery. Child Actor's production puts his already deep voice deep ... read more

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 '𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜
𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑
𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜?
𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ... read more

Among the finer distillations of the dusty aesthetic of the abstract hip hop scene. Here the beats and loops often reach a feeling akin to that of the ethereal. Distant choirs, small chimes, wooden flutes, piano trills, reverb-drenched bass. It's a base on which Mach & company spit in weird jagged flows, sometimes riding weightlessly the divine, other times stomping on it.

The best example of all I said is of course, 383 Myrtle. It's in a definite contention with the best beats ... read more

"It's always cold inside the place I go alone and hide
Stuck with facin' my lonely pride in the basement"

Imagine this slew of spite from a person that's sitting in the corner of a dark room. It's what would come out of the Man of the Underground if he was a rapper instead of a 19th century Russian man. It's a moment of reflection that shows quite finely the pendulum typical of spiteful moments between wrath and sorrow, which correspond to the dichotomy ... read more