What feels like the epitome of ‘working class rap’, the sort of diaristic rhymes that feel like they’re scribbled on pieces of parchment by a nomadic guild of poets in some apocalypse, wherever and whatever they can find to write upon. This proves babelfishh & family still have some of the greatest writing in the game at the moment imo, all while everything is dismissively unmixed and performed on straggled equipment and ‘father’s haunted trumpet’ (as the ... read more
“I just seen a beautiful war (…) I just seen a bloodless war on the TV.”
Stres’ urgent rhymes are more hidden on this one; ions turned back to eons. I don’t mind. Drums cut his genius words into a hundred little notes, all alive in their own sense (gotta keep it moving: art is not meant to decorate your apartment). The same sweet miasma diffuses into this little cell and cuts my world in half.
I’m crazy about this room.
“I watch as worlds divide, worlds collide for little / Who guides, who decides the sides / And who divides the middle”
I’ve been starting to listen to this at about 5 different times throughout this week, stopping and saying to myself: “no, no, now’s not the time for this; I need to be in the right headspace”. In reality, I think that cycle was just an excuse to have the opening tracks on repeat.
‘If I were to kiss you here they’d call it an ... read more