Loved YoYoYoYoYo, have been waiting on this one for a while.
The basic Spank Rock formula remains unchanged: ferocious rapping, ferociously filthy lyrics, equally filthy production. The song structures are unpredictable, the sampling erratic, the beats and sub-bass drones are hot-dog-reconstituted: processed, bad for you, disgusting, unrecognizable, delicious.
Here though, things are lighter, more deft, more agile. SR's debut squarely focused on blowing your mind, punching you in the gut and generally making you squirm, aggressively eschewing headbobbabiness and dancability. Now, believe it or not, there's real positive energy underneath the music. EiBaEiaFL revels in the filth instead of wallowing, a street fight elevated to mud wrestling elevated to one hell of a party. There's more space between the drones, more room in the mix for the vocals, faster, more traditional beats, and some joyously insane vocal samples tossed all over everything.
Paradoxically, the enthusiasm behind it all actually makes the album more unseemly in places. It's one thing when the rapper seems to grimace along with you, but here all the mapcap lines about fame, sex, and self-hating narcissism are cast off rooftops on oilslick rainbows.
YYYYY's singular adventurousness and general ability to take things too far will always be legendary, but here we have the spank rock sound tuned to actually be listenable, for better or for worse. I guess it depends on what you're looking for 4/5
You might like this if: You want some of the nastiest rap around that will still make you want to move your ass.
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