Hip-hop’s Bob Dylan, he sounds like no one ever has and is too bizarrely poetic for anyone to ever imitate. His style is ultimately inventive, endlessly wandering, vibrantly indecisive, schizophrenically genial, and patterned beyond sense. I was jus in the Bay I got some shit, so loud it sound like a parade.No vocalist has ever been more creative than Smino.
Twist my wood, burn smell just like tangerine. “If I could, I’d settle down in yo cellulite. Smino didn’t just make a soundtrack to anybody’s relationship, he’s orchestrating the background music for young black love. The women he features on his albums, whether as fellow rappers or singers, characters in skits or as the subjects of his sexual escapades or relationships, are niggas. At the first concert of his I attended, he passed out wide-toothed combs and has always been sure to shoutout his durag. It’s fenty slides for her birthday and a lowtop Air Force One birthday cake for his**. Its specifically fenty beauty that she got all over your crisp white tee. It’s silk pillowcases because you know your shorty might have forgotten her bonnet or scarf. It’s white tees, Air Forces and gold grills. Smino raps about the world from the perspective of a St. One of my favorite things about Smino’s music, particularly among the current rap landscape where rap is increasingly pop, is how much it doesn’t try to explain itself, particularly to the white audiences that are increasingly consuming rap, buying merch and filling concerts. It all connects like an album written in cursive with only adlibs to break up the bars. Similar to his debut album Blkswn, Smino effortlessly transitions from lyrics about eating pussy to passive commentary on race to describing wild nights with the crew and back to irresponsible sexual decisions. It’s an album with a clear start and finish, but so much variety it can also be played on shuffle without confusion. While I personally find 18 tracks to be a little long in today’s musical climate, Smino’s varied styles and speeds leads you through each song without a hitch. The first and second track’s dramatic differences is indicative of the rest of the album. “The Mary got me merry, now I’m singing like Mary Mary, the coupe going stupid call it Coupid, its February” -L.M.F. Smino transitions from an intro that starts off with Jean Deaux’s dripping with lust description of Noir to a track like L.M.F. Those lyrics are as important as that luring flow. His flow is always smooth, but the combination of speed and accent turns certain tracks into a sprint. Louis accent that challenges you to keep up with every word. From song to song Smino switches from serenading the listeners to the familiar quick Midwestern flow featuring his St. As much as tracks like SPINZ, LOW DOWN DERRTY BLUES, and HOOPTI will lead ya’ll to the bedroom to be reckless, songs like L.M.F., KLINK, KRUSHED ICE and SKEDOS bring the speed and energy that get you up out the bed and back to the kitchen to pour up more drinks and dance as ya’ll linger between finally going out or staying in. Now Smino is no one-trick pony, across the 58 minute trip that is Noir, he often changes paces. This ain’t just fucking music, it’s that passionate shit. Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh” -SPINZ His penchant for food-based anatomical metaphors is also unparalleled. Louis accent allows his verses to flow with the melodic nature of much of today’s rap but with a unique smoothness. His newest album, Noir, is the soundtrack to a lusty night of brown liquor, thick swishers* and risky decisions. If our fathers played the Isley Brothers and Al Green to woo shorties in their time, Smino is solidifying the discography to be the millennial version. The sultry voiced Jean Deaux, Smino’s main thing, opening the album
That’s what I think when I think of Noir.” That’s what I think when I think of Noir.
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