Issue # 77
Reviews by West
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Pure stone. Scatter shots interplay with sparse kicks accenting sub melodies living at the edge of the lace up. Lurching out of a deep place into another. Snare taking the lead working that space inside the grooves. Shake you announcement like it's dropping hard on the scene. Whole time dude is scoring. Ridin' in that magic school bus. Man Man.
Gots what it takes and more. Flooding bass subs, on point timing, smooth flow pushing chops sliding gracefully through poetic verse & phrase. Lyrically it compels an affinity with experience on the streets but holds aloft a kind of knowing ruse. Like what is said is meant, take the lesson as you will.
Build for expression, temptation, passion, & reggae. Hint of a scene, something personal, fades out before solid confessions but the base remains strong. Like fine carpets. The number itself floats in memoric clauses for the full delivery. Dudes come out nightside, with Dj's spinning hard & high count video bring this into hit status.
On the surface this is like some of the better long form disco of that glorious period back in the day. The segueing in of the raggaeton backdrop takes considerable skill. The music twists and turns like a ride up through the canyon. Thick reverb and heavy echo set up a surreal scene. With a funk vibe gliding just undeneath, the horns blast a fine hello.
G's lettin you know don't be stealin' lighters, talkin' shit & callin' wantin' sumptin early the next day. It's just how it is.....
Top shelf flows, well endowed bass, nothing overpowering making you cringe. YD brings easy reps on this trendsetting group of selections. For some the repitition may not be a preference; as a composer's tool it works well. Big lights on Always, Get Away, That's How....most of this album reek of singles for good reasons. Lyrically on this number it's straight up, bring it on all fronts. Verses weave with ease around spacey chorus apart from those easy reps, like on Old Ways. Setting up a fat roll when it's time to knock some hanger ons gonna Smoke My Weed. When things go back you can still hear the kids on the scene a bit - hear it out front on Beep Beep. No cliches, this IS Young Dolph. That's slang for Superstar. RIP.
Strong beat for the floor, whistler in the woods, skip beat & the telephone is ringing. I can't really tell what they're saying. Some nice things? A socket for dancing really.
Mind jammin'. Ultra smooth ride on the reggae. Rockets and things somewhere and the bass never stops.
Top hit all around. A tight funk wall backs a showy strutting gallop interlaced with pin point soul calls. Lou rides high above as the bubbling river flows below. The rhymes are custom with shots like smooth liquor. High dollar shit.
It moves, and it's smooth. Glassy, jazz jive on the dancehall side. In the pocket performance with a lock to be proud of. Bass line, and performance, as the music overall, it top shelf. A lyric/vocal side delivery of pure fire. It's a banger!
Minimalist with just a beat, bassline and on point flow rappin' wise. The added psychedelics flavor it right on up. It's a sure banger for the rips & subject line. She comes out all over it, and it just gets better.
Words of prayer talkin' to ya about the life and how things are.
It'd been a while since I'd heard from the cats in Vinyl Floor. What I got when I did was music in the fine anglish tradition. The Pederson twosome brings along Rasmus Bruun for Guitars along with Rob Stoner on bass on this track released late last year. A bit classic and tasty, especially if you like traditional melody. Carry on lads!

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