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| 4.3 superb | Erwann S. EMERITUS | May 19th 19 |
Stellar instrumentation coupled with the most misanthropic lyrics ever written. His delivery is however the clear drawback here: some say he's not rapping on time, others say he's not even rapping but merely trying to fit words in sentences. Maybe because he does not consider himself as a rapper, but rather a beat digger who needs someone to tell the dark lyrics he's written. What would stand out for non-French speakers is the sample-based instrumentation that feels truly organic (he's got a backing band when doing live shows). This instrumentation is only but a hint of the bleak lyrics. Put simply, Fuzati is so disgusted by the human race he can't help but distort any beautiful moment into the darkest thoughts: a newborn baby represents nothing but the pure egoism of the human race who can't accept they're this planet's cancer (such observation must lead to bold actions, so he only puts it in the poopoo), and a pregnant woman had nothing else to do other than opening her legs (no wonder most of his listeners are white heterosexual men, eh). It's edgy for sure, cringy at times, but he pours so much heart and soul you can't help but feel some empathy for this depressed thirtysomething nerd. Wearing a mask so nobody can see his true face, Fuzati positions himself as a cynical observer of our modern days and paints an almost nihilistic portrait of everyday life.
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| 3.5 great | Aids | August 17th 13 |
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