Alabama rap, specifically the Huntsville scene, has been hyped the fuck out of itself inside the interwebs in the past year, and yet there’s still tons of shit I find every other week that’s better at its high points than anything else going. I am more amped for the G-Side CD coming out in January than probably anything else that has been virally marketed in the past year. And really, the immense popularity of Kanye West’s retard style was kind of the straw that broke the camel’s back and made me realized that I am an old man, out of touch with what the world deems awesome nowadays. It’s funny being on this end of old manliness and not the other side like I once was, you realize that the world has gradual changes that make something pop cultural so perfect for young folks. I don’t understand Kanye’s popularity at all, but I also don’t think lolcats is all that hilarious or conjure up in my head images of Disney stores and bright lights when I think of NYC. But that’s what’s going on in this world now. The grime has been polished or run off like rats to where you don’t see it no more, everything’s so goddamned cleaned up like a mall, pre-planned and orderly and the wildest thing you see is a Buster & Dave’s closing at 1 am.
But you can still find your inner-grime in this sterilized world, and Alabama rap is the perfect example of that fact, this song in particular. Yung Clova is one-half of G-Side along with ST 2 Lettaz, and his The Koolest Kid mixtape that came out this year is gooder than fuck. “Wi-Fi” seems like that normal sterilized style of modern synth-heavy rap music, and yet there’s something different and great about it. Huntsville is a town that used to build rockets, and that space age mentality is tinged throughout Clova’s mixtape (as well as G-Side, as well the whole Slow Motion Soundz movement, probably from growing up in the shadow of rocket statues). This song is a great early morning transition into another shitty day on this earth’s surface, struggling and juggling and trying to find a month full of Friday nights in your life at some point, yet getting dealt nothing but a steady string of Tuesday mornings. Oh well, breath deep the reefer smoke and get yourself wi-fi.
STEAL “Wi-Fi”
NEXT UP: The King of Stoner Rap (or maybe the Stoner King of Rap)!
No comments:
Post a Comment