Son Raw is trippin off that lean…because he has the flu.
Admittedly, I’m in the perfect state for Spaceghostpurrp’s music: fucked up, groggy and more than a little medicated. Unlike some other records I’ve been listening to for the past 24 hours however, I have no doubt that Lustful 97 will stand up to sober listening as it’s perhaps the most adventurous and forward-thinking thing the young producer/rapper has released. Don’t let the XXX-rated subject matter and porno-chic moans fool you, SGP is rapidly synthesizing his influences and becoming more than the sum of his 90s pastiches. Check the drums: alternating between the buh-bump buh-bump of his old Triple-six tapes and the skippier syncopation of the deeper end of Dubstep, they propel what should be a slow-roller leagues beyond the hypnagogic gunk clogging up the bloggosphere. As for the lyrics, they’re the Ghost’s typical mix of dirty talk and apocalypticism, sex-raps for kids who were conceived to 5%ers and Trick Daddy. Suddenly, that 4AD signing seems less confusing than prescient…
