

People like to call B L A C K I E noise-rap or the American version of Grime, but both of those are wrong and I made it all the way through this write-up without mentioning either. I win?ĭownload: B L A C K I E – True Spirit and Not Giving a Fuck Whip up a Molotov Cocktail and chuck it at a capitalist as you bump this one. The drum sounds themselves resemble the type of blast beats more often reserved for a Black Metal record (check Liturgy’s simultaneously punishing and uplifting Aesthethica album for further proof of this), and he counterbalances the drums with a high register screech that sounds like it was designed to annoy your dog. Harder hitting stuff I have not heard all year. To be fair, with B L A C K I E ‘ S beats, basically the only thing you can do is merely strive to compete with them to be heard. Not only does he scream every single word at the top of his lungs, but he does so with only a tangential relationship to the beat he’s punk rock by virtue of remaining hip-hop despite his complete disregard for the conventions of rapping.

Still, you’ve got to admire his unfettered, righteous fury, especially in his delivery. I was in a hardcore band in college, and we basically had the same lyrics as this dude does, except we were kidding. I caught probably seven words of this tape’s lyrics, but that’s really all I needed to conclude that B L A C K I E is on some serious Network shit-he’s mad as hell and he’s not going to take it any more. Revolution, y’all!Īnyways, sir All Caps With Spaces’ basic aesthetic is to take Waka Flocka-style scream rap and filter it through Chuck D. He should be the official soundtrack to Occupy Wall Street. Without further adieu, here are this week’s tapes:ī L A C K I E: True Spirit and Not Giving a Fuckī L A C K I E is super mad about everything and has absolutely no solution for anything. Hey guys, starting this week and moving forward, Mixed Drinks and Mixed Tapes is downgrading to two mixtape reviews per week, mainly because listening to four mixtapes a week kind of takes over my life and I have kids to feed (well, not really, but it’s an expression.
