Frank Ocean's "Blonde" is worth the wait in every way imaginable.
"Boys do cry, but I don’t think I shed a tear for a good chunk of my teenage years. It’s surprisingly my favorite part of my life so far. Surprising, to me, because the current phase is what I was asking the cosmos for when I was a kid. Maybe that part had it’s rough stretches too, but in my rearview mirror it’s getting small enough to convince myself it was all good.
With last Friday's release of his debut album I Told You, 24-year-old Tory Lanez has arrived at a crossroads after years of expanding his following and evolving his sound.
Whether you like him or not, Drake and his music has had a distinct sound, feel, vibe or lane, whatever you want to call it. And when an artist who sound like him emerges (e.g. Kirko Bangz, Tory Lanez, Bryson Tiller), instantly Drake becomes measured against them as some sort of standard.
When Rae Sremmurd emerged with "No Flex Zone" about two and a half years ago, they sounded like the newest and youngest thing on the block.
Were Lil Uzi Vert's last three mixtapes planned as a trilogy? That much is unclear, but the connections between them are.
All along, it seems like “Summer Sixteen,” Drake’s first single of the year, not included on VIEWS, was designed to be his heated opener during his tour of the same name, which hit Madison Square Garden last night for the first of four shows at the elite Manhattan arena.
When reviewing DJ Khaled's last album, I Changed A Lot, a mere nine months ago, I wondered how much longer the We The Best titan could keep up his album formula of "bright, of-the-moment beats, song titles that could double as all-caps Instagram captions and featured artist pairings that are awards show-level weird." The rap game Oprah ("You get a verse, you get a ver
I didn't listen to each and every one of the 32 projects Gucci Mane released during his three year stint in federal prison, but I can say that of the 15 or so I am familiar with, none have anything approaching how heavy the majority of his first post-prison release is.
Any conversation about 21 Savage has to begin with talking about his voice. It's a just-woke-up-but-haven't-cleared-my-throat-yet croak whose closest analog is probably Lucki Ecks' rasp or Father's monotone mumble, but unlike those guys' avant-druggy styles, 21's operating at the most violent end of Atlanta's trap spectrum.
"Every album I was dropping from Setbacks, to Habits, to Oxy, everybody was like, 'What's the album about?' It's like bruh, can I drop it first?"
Last year, Toronto's Roy Woods emerged with an immediately identifiable voice that stood out in his hometown's foggy-sounding R&B scene despite usually being paired with instrumentals that could've appeared on any OVO release.
If you, like me, weren't one of the couple thousand people who had pressed play on the Soundcloud link Desiigner's "Panda" by the time you sat down to watch Kanye West's Life Of Pablo livestream this February, you were most likely among the millions who first assumed that the teenaged, "Broads in Atlanta"-touting Brooklyn rapper was actually Future. That's a pretty huge hole from wh
Two years ago, My Krazy Life surprised everyone. It was a debut album made by someone whose biggest claim to fame was novelty club smash "Toot It And Boot It," but somehow, it had the scope and consistency of a select few L.A. classics-- The Chronic, Doggystyle, and more recently, good kid, m.A.A.d city.
Last summer, in what seemed like an oddly coordinated effort, hip hop listeners began solidifying the first-string lineup for the next generation of trap stars. Migos had been around the block, Kevin Gates was well on his way to a huge debut album, and hell, even Young Thug was enough of an established star that he no longer seemed as foreign as he used to.
It's pretty strange to think that Vic Mensa's new EP, There's Alot Going On, is his first project in three years. Since 2013, when he broke into public consciousness, first with an appearance on Chance The Rapper's "Cocoa Butter Kisses," then with his own Innanetape, Vic's status has continued to rise at a rate uncommon for a guy with one tape and a few loosies to his name.
“SEVERE WEATHER ALERT: A storm is expected to hit between 6:00pm – 7:30pm. For your safety, please seek shelter in your vehicles.” Thus began Summer Jam 2016.
The current landscape of streaming equivalent-inclusive sales numbers and streaming corporation-backed releases has considerably muddled our perception of commercial success in hip hop this year.
As we learned last year with "White Iverson," then "Too Young," Post Malone is really good at writing and delivering hooks. He's got a way of sounding so effortless yet impassioned-- the way his voice suddenly rises and then abruptly cuts words short, takes melodies to unexpected places-- it's nothing short of refreshing in a trap scene now so awash with half-assed singing performances.
Save for a cluster of Chance The Rapper's most dedicated fans, I imagine that everyone has considered him corny at least once.
In the spoken word interlude that follows Konnichiwa's third track, "Corn On The Curb," North London MC Chip attempts to cheer up a tired and confused-sounding Skepta, at one point saying, "We ain't seen nothing like this happen before.
Born and raised in the county of Dade, Denzel Curry has rapidly emerged as one of hip hop's most promising young talents. 21 years old, he has already released three projects: his thrilling debut Nostalgic 64, his wavy, slightly uncomfortable double EP 32 Zel / Planet Shrooms, and his most recent album, the explosive Imperial.
It felt like the hot takes on VIEWS started coming in before the album even dropped.
Situated on the corner of 44th Street and Broadway in Times Square, Playstation Theater hosted the second stop of the “Hitunes” Tour on Monday night. I am 25 and I was probably the oldest person who journeyed to the theater (capacity: 2,100) to see Young Thug perform the Thugger songbook front-to-back.
The credits on Beyoncé's new album Lemonade read like an oddly-selected history of pop, R&B, and rock music, with modern indie names like Ezra Koenig and Animal Collective sitting alongside titanic legends like OutKast, Led Zeppelin, and Isaac Hayes.
Regardless of your opinion of T.I., you have to admit that the majority of the music on his Hustle Gang tapes fell somewhere between uneven at best, and total jumbled mess at worst.
There are three rappers who blew up in the early 2010s that I've always grouped together in my head, though they do hail from different corners of the country and are some of the most enigmatic artists currently working in hip hop. The categorization's based mostly on first impressions, which is unfair, but also on realizing that those impressions were wrong.
For someone who's been in the game since 1999, Royce Da 5'9" has had a hard time getting his full life story down on wax. His first five albums were more than enough to show his considerable rapping abilities, but were recorded when he was still a precariously functioning alcoholic, known to down a liter and a half of Patron per day.
Last year's Dark Sky Paradise was a big step up for Big Sean. He culled his finest crop of beats yet, finessed natural-sounding collabs out of some of the biggest artists around, and most importantly, finally let go of his goofiest lyrical impulses in favor of more mature songwriting that still didn't sacrifice any of his characteristic charm.
Somewhere along the way, mainstream R&B's relationship with sex changed. It's still a central theme in the vast majority of the genre, but the offhand, casual way in which it's usually referenced these days stands in sharp contrast with the reverence it was awarded up until the mid-2000s.
The first two installments of Young Thug's Slime Season series arrived a little over a month apart last fall, providing a good display of both Thugger's speed in the studio and his versatility.