DJ Spinna’s Sonic Smash

DJ Spinna’s new record is pretty hit-or-miss, a bunch of solid-to-great beats with a bunch of decent-to-mediocre rapping; Torae is so bland that he seems to only exist so folks hating on current NY rap can point to exactly what is wrong with it. But there are a couple great tracks on it, including lead single “New York” which has a solid verse from Krym of the Jigmastas, “performing so sick with it, i’m worth about six digits, i’m hot like a Chinese kitchen cookin with six skillets.” Although there’s no excuse for Yung LA-lookalike Spinna explaining Krym’s lyrics for us via punch-ins (“this ain’t the Matrix man!!”) The beat kinda reminds me of this remix to O.C.’s “Born 2 Live.”

In fact, Spinna’s beats on the record all embrace this ambiguous unease, as if El-P’s tracks for Company Flow had become an actual blueprint for anything underground rap that came afterward. (In fact, there’s even a track with Breezly Brewin featuring a Sitar sample — an obviously intentional reference to ‘The Fire in Which You Burn.’) The greatest thing is that they seem really unconcerned with sounding either classicist-traditional, or like Dilla, which is pretty much the only two directions anyone seems to care about in underground rap right now, for good (Marco Polo) or evil.

The best track on the record is the incredible “More Colors” with Elzhi. It helps that he’s by far the best non-Brewin rapper on the record. I really appreciate that it doesn’t try to do anything too-clever with the ‘colors’ concept, and that it never feels like he’s really trying to force something — like he’s unafraid to break concept for a couple lines in order to make a point that makes sense. And the beat is one of the best on the album. And yeah, he might be second to Gucci or Dro, but if it takes a Trojan horse like Elzhi to get these concepts up north then so be it. Elzhi manages to spin it into a detached 3rd-person observer perspective, which makes it more critic-friendly, but that’s not really taking anything away from its quality.

Nipsey

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Haven’t listened to this closely enough to say anything grand about it, but out of all new young rappers I don’t think anyone cuts through bullshit— either intentionally or unintentionally— quicker than Nipsey. Maybe this is ignorant, but I got a feeling that it’s got something to do with him being isolated out in Cali where, as far as I can tell, there’s not much of a “scene” going on right now. He doesn’t have to deal with any of the backbiting of the blog/vlog/magazine/radio circus in NYC or any of the shameless swag & Autotune bandwagoning of Atlanta. His rapping his just head-down, driven and forceful. This idea of course isn’t limited to Nipsey— I feel the same way about Boosie and G-Side, for instance— but it’s constantly refreshing either way. Let’s make sure he stays away from Cool & Dre.

A post where I rep for J. Futuristic (also Yung LA)

Alright well not really. I’m not sure if anyone cares about J. Futuristic, but he’s becoming mildly omnipresent (on the internet?) and I like that he’s a good vehicle for stupid fruity crazy swag cotton candy carnival producers. As a rapper he brings about the bare minimum, but he’s pretty adept at sliding around with these densely melodic beats.“Sauce” is probably the best example— as a rap song it’s pretty laughable as the guy spends the whole time making a metaphor between swag and, like, A1 Steak Sauce and chicken alfredo (?), but it follows in the footsteps of “Swag Surfin’” as a song that makes barely any sense but is still a ringtone anthem. I credit K.E.

The main problem with J. Futuristic is that Yung LA basically stole his style wholesale, but pushed it totally over the top and at the same time perfected it into something that is unique and interesting instead of unique and laughable. As a rapper I think LA is a guy who can rarely carry his own song but he’s a great guest rapper, mostly because he’s a good enough lyricist to whip up a decent verse and that wispy sing-song flow can be a great antidote to more lyrical rappers like, say, T.I. or Young Dro. On Gucci’s “Everything”, for example, LA is perfect for a sort of sleepy song about laconic and routine flossing.

As a persona though LA is kind of fascinating. I find his embracing of quote unquote fruitiness to be pretty brave in the way that it confronts the idea of a what a trap rapper is and because, for lack of a better phrase, he doesn’t just talk about fruity swag, he lives it, as evidenced by the fact that he, uh, puts glitter in his hair. The softness of Yung LA is, I think, besides the point. I admire him for really pushing forward with a style in an era where so many rappers follow trends both musically and otherwise. I like M.O.P. for being rap’s flagship bone-crushers, and in a perverse way I like Yung LA for so unapologetically pushing the pendulum in the other direction.

This LA song called “Taser Gun” produced by Jim Jonsin is pretty incredible, it’s like if Cindy Lauper was reborn as an Atlanta trapper. Maybe Yung LA should star in a remake of “Napoleon Dynamite”.

(There might be a whole post coming soon about how the Jim Jonsin/Yung LA “era” of Grand Hustle has totally ruined Young Dro, who’s been so swallowed by the fruity swag Bermuda Triangle that a guy with the same name as him has been able to score a hit with a style of song that Young Dro all but minted.)

We Come To Shut Shit Down

Loko – Playing No Games

Sammy Sam – Set It Off

you need this Big Oomp mixtape, it’s really my favorite shit out right now. Fuck that pussy shit they feeding you, get some more Loko and Sammy Sam in your ears. Some older joints but there are some dope ass tracks on there. Personally I would have liked to see Intoxicated show up but who knows whats up with them dudes. Baby D is still locked up so you don’t get much of him. Still I’m starving for crunk shit these days and  I’ve had this shit on repeat since I copped it. To many motherfuckers rapping about bitch shit right now. I need some angry stuff to balance that happy ass white boy black boy shit out. The mixtape aint all crunk but there is just enough to satisfy me for now. I still wish motherfuckers would make more angry rap, being angry is more fun than smiling and dancing. Holler at that trapsandtrunks for the full mixtape