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| 0.0 | famousghost | April 15th 17 |
I feel obliged to say something about layers. Something about the way Kamixlo weaves the beat around Bladee. Percussion and ugly synth intertwine and build, only to collapse and let that faint, faint glimmer of dull light shine upon Bladee’s predictably autotuned (flex-cum-lament)ations. The layering is more than a tool of contrast though; the beat’s bouncy half-finished melodies a kind of counterpoint to Bladee’s near-intangibly melodic warblings. It’s forms quite an odd whole. Bladee’s hook revels in a kind of endlessly recollect melodiousness, yet the verses flirt with a kind of consonant amelody: pitch perfect yet tonally malformed. Cadence plays a greater role; the near-robotic steadiness of Bladee’s delivery poised comfortably against the sharp snare rolls in a way that manages to create a kind of convulsive, premature ejaculate metarhythm. And along with the near-underdeveloped melodies it creates a kind of hollowness alien. It evokes a kind of discomfort that is equal parts emotional and physical. In a way, it almost mirrors the typically atypical imagery of Bladee’s angst-ridden cries for [in]attention (“I can hold you, show you how a ghost feels”, “ Help me god I think I am about to sin//I can show you something hidden deep within”). Yet, for all the odd parallels and intersections it remains a graph seemingly incomplete. Everything seemingly works, but there’s an uncomfortable disjuncture to it all. I feel obliged to tie this into the idea of contrast and juxtaposition but it really isn’t worth the effort. In a sentence: it’s robotic and cold, yet broken to the point of all emotional vulnerability being exaggerated to the point of sensational distortion.
I can’t tell if I’m dancing in the club or out on the street now. I don’t give a *** anyways: I’m drugged up, lucid (enough), and presumably on my way to some kind of sexual gratification. I have no need to complain. I’m happy being ***ed up; happy hiding my emotions; happy being sad; happy killing myself. It’s either pain or serotonin.
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| 4.0 excellent | Hep Kat | April 16th 17 |
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