Pull Chickens like Kim Fields: Tuamie “199993” | July 24, 2014 |
Evan Nabavian will splatter your melon like some Attica felons Imagine Madlib born 15 years later, ensconced in late 90s hip-hop and PlayStation games rather than Spinners LPs and issues of Down Beat magazine, his music sooner found on SoundCloud and Bandcamp than CDs or retro-chic gatefold LPs. I can only guess at Richmond, VA […]
Evan Nabavian will be battling Stalley live on UHF In a coup for investigative journalism, I’ve obtained a copy of Meek Mill’s “2011 Maybach Music Group Weed Carriage Employment Agreement”. I know it’s authentic because it’s on MMG letterhead and because I got it from Gunplay in exchange for a mason jar of cocaine — […]
First it was Nasty Nas, now watch Evan Nabavian turn an apple into MacIntosh I notice when I hit shuffle that little of the rap music I listen to features rappers who can actually rap. There’s a surfeit of style, bluster, charisma, and swagger, but few dazzling constructions of wordplay. I have no right to […]
Summer Mixtape: Evan Nabavian | July 3, 2014 |
Just like T.I., Evan Nabavian was born in the trap The trap is easily the most rewarding source of rap music in 2014. Guys with names like Skippa The Flippa and Purp So Cold give no thought to restraint, convention, or bodily health as they howl and ululate over beats from some garish dystopia. A […]
Thug Motivation: Cash Out “Let’s Get It” | June 11, 2014 |
Evan Nabavian has your condo in his condo Making a hit is unteachable and ever-elusive. As much as we deride cookie-cutter radio songs, it’s nigh impossible to divine an idea that can reach a mass audience, so it’s curious when someone like Cash Out does it. The Atlanta rapper has little to his name besides […]
Angel Taylor is Crazy. And Sexy. And Cool. | April 7, 2014 |
Who is Atlanta’s Johnny Cinco? | March 28, 2014 |
Evan Nabavian is inside the above vehicle. I remember a Joe Budden screed on a DJ Clue mixtape where Budden decried “Singin’ ass niggas”. I probably nodded in affirmation from my perch in suburban New York before running back a Paul Cain verse. But times change. DJ Clue becomes DJ Esco, sour diesel becomes dirty […]
Whoa, Vado? — “Be Like,” An Unlikely NYC Anthem | March 18, 2014 |
Evan Nabavian is in the danger zone. Vado ranks somewhere between Red Cafe and Jae Millz on the ‘NYC Rappers I Don’t Care About’ power rankings. This circle of rappers usually makes nondescript 201X radio rap with shades of Bad Boy, Roc-A-Fella, Dipset, or D-Block. These guys are as wack as they are generic, but […]
All Hail Di King: Brrd’s Beat Ode to Haile Selassie | February 26, 2014 |
Evan Nabavian is Irie. God inspires rare performances. I know this from watching kids try to tear vocal chords in bar mitzvah class and also from finding myself speaking in tongues when I first heard Brrd’s “Hail Di King” – a bootleg remix of an ode to Haile Selassie I. Abrahamic religions form like Voltron. […]
Starlito & Danny Brown: Driving Under the Influence | February 17, 2014 |
Evan Nabavian only drives drunk on Wednesdays. On “The D.U.I. Song” Starlito narrates a night that begins with a few beers and ends wrapped around a telephone pole. He makes the Saved by the Bell reference before you can, and the characters, plot, and setting reveal a deft storyteller with a firm grasp of narrative. Starlito […]