Take some grime. Sprinkle in some dubstep wobbles. Add some chiptune. Garnish with some screamo. What the hell am I listening to?
“A collection of profound and epic album reviews and musical articles by former astronaut and brain surgeon, Alasdair Kennedy. Reaching levels of poetry that rival Keats and Blake, the following reviews affirm Alasdair to be a prodigy, a genius and a god whose opinion is always objectively right. He is also without a doubt the most modest man in the universe.” - Alasdair Kennedy
Take some grime. Sprinkle in some dubstep wobbles. Add some chiptune. Garnish with some screamo. What the hell am I listening to?
Hip hop is following the same trajectory as rock and jazz – which means it could be about to lose mainstream appeal in as little as 5 years.
I haven’t reviewed many hip hop albums this year. In fact, I haven’t reviewed many albums full-stop. So, here’s a three-album-in-one review to make up for it.
Despite pushing 40, Q still has incredible energy to give, and arguably the best ear for beats in the game.
Doja’s claws are out. Gone are the horny alien pop bops. She’s now making angry demonic rap. And it’s both fun and frustrating to listen to.
The guestlist is impressive and the production is fun, but it’s still not enough to conceal the fact that Travis Scott is an utterly unexciting rapper.
Scaring The Hoes sees rappers JPEGmafia and Danny Brown celebrating their mutual weirdness. If you want to get kicked out of a house party for ‘scaring the hoes’, play this album (although I can think of much worse examples if you really want to cause utter chaos. Imagine putting Trout Mask Replica on the aux. Or maybe some Merzbow? That’s how you scare the hoes.)