âE.t.d.s A Mixtape by .idk.â – IDK
On IDKâs newest project, pressure creates diamonds. While presenting as a casual outing, the Maryland rapperâs fourth mixtape plays more like a fleshed-out studio album, every track marked by a potent necessity to survive. Lyrically, he spends much of the runtime rapping about his time in prison, reflecting on his struggle and greater issues of race and inequality in the United States. The songs fluctuate in energy and tone, but consistently maintain a high level of rapping and songwriting that makes them flow seamlessly. Thanks to IDKâs crafty penmanship, the aggressive flows and DMX chorus on âSTART TO FiNiSHâ donât feel out of place with the laid back introspection and MF DOOM feature on âFLAKKA.â IDK also showcases an innate knack for song structure all over the record, creating earworm after earworm, whether it be the holiday jingles of âSCARY MERRI,â the relaxed melodies on âP.O.,â or the boom bap bounciness of âCLOVER.â Rapping about prison seems to ignite this passion in IDK, something evident in the list of collaborators he picked out for the project, from the verses from rap legends such as Black Thought and Pusha T to the instrumentals from new generation mainstays KAYTRANADA and Conductor Williams, not a moment on âe.t.d.sâ feels wasted.
âTo Whom This May Concernâ – Jill Scott
Twenty-five years after her debut album, Philadelphia singer Jill Scott is as lively as ever. Her sixth album, the 19-track âTo Whom This May Concern,â is an eclectic mix of soul and jazz-influenced tracks that beam with infectious energy from start to finish. Thereâs an airy playfulness to songs like âRight Here, Right Nowâ and âBe Greatâ that radiate with self-confidence from both the lyrics and the dynamic live instrumentation. The songwriting itself often isnât terribly complex, oftentimes void of traditional verses or choruses, instead operating more like free-flowing jazz, jumping between spurts of melodies and repeated phrases. Tracks like âPay U on Tuesdayâ and âThe Mathâ get across their points through Scottâs inflection and creativity, even if the lyricism itself is minimal. When she decides to slow things down on songs like âPresshaâ and âA Universe,â it doesnât feel like sheâs compromising her passion, maintaining the same high quality throughout the rest of the album. The list of features, even if short, adds another layer of lyrical and thematic potency, whether it be Tierra Whackâs complete takeover of âNorfsideâ or JIDâs romanticism on âTo Be Honest.â Whatever it is, Scott provides such a wide range of sonic palettes on âTo Whom This May Concernâ that every listener is bound to find something to attach to.
âMy Ghosts Go Ghostâ – Injury Reserve & By Storm
For groups like Injury Reserve, change is everlooming. Formed in 2012, the experimental hip-hop trio tragically lost member âSteppa J.â in 2020, after only one studio album. 2021âs âBy the Time I Get to Phoenixâ would serve as their farewell, as the remaining two members formed the group By Storm, releasing their debut âMy Ghosts Go Ghostâ earlier this year. Even without their third member, the record is undeniably marked by his absence, defined by solemn loss and mourning. The instrumentation is often distorted and fragmented, burying the vocalists in their own breathing pockets. Even if the lyrics donât always directly touch on death, thereâs this constant desire to move on, to persevere, to advance to a better tomorrow. The opening track has member RiTchie talking to his romantic partner about a baby on the way, lamenting on how their life will change. Even if only in the subtext, itâs difficult not to feel RiTchieâs mourning when he writes lyrics like âI guess it hit me, how the little changes are gonâ change too / all our flicks gonâ have to change, the framing, the frames too.â The songs âDead Weightâ and âBest Interestâ similarly feel like struggling to escape something emotionally taxing. On the other hand, the tracks âDouble Trio 2â and âAnd I Danceâ offer the recordâs emotional release while still maintaining its eclectic production.