The name known to your favorite rapper’s rapper, Black Smurf is iconic in his performance that feels sleepy, drug-fueled, and aided by a sense of ownership behind his vocals. Deep down, there is a gorgeous sense of style to Redemption, but this beauty must be looked for as the surface level is often an ugly, but overpowering beast of burden.
“Sorry I Warned U” is the opening exchange that begins with subtle glances before having Black Smurf grip the listener in a tenacious and brutish display. “Wake up to a check like sorry I’m winning, but I don’t pay these hoes shit, not even attention,” describes Smurf under an array of mafia moves where Redemption is a collection of hitmen, 12-tracks deep and ready to strike. Production from Eremsy shines through multiple times on Redemption and Black Smurf is able to keep a right-hand man by his side that delivers a variety of spice behind the instrumentation.
With “Self Management”, a cut from producer 830, Black Smurf is able to stumble upon the somber track with confidence but seems reminiscent or reflective with his work. The guitar strings that play solemnly behind are soft, but somehow approachable which is a new angle to Redemption. Instead of the constant action and blitzing ability from Smurf, “Self Management” holds a contemplative weight over the listener before rolling up the metaphorical windows that hide Black Smurf behind a darkened, five-percent tint.
And those shadows are indeed comforting as Redemption falls to the 26-minute mark, the final moments of a powerhouse of crushing proportion. Not only is Black Smurf one of the gods of the underground, but he can transport the listener to a cult-like trap house that pumps out more hits and heat than a furnace in the summer time.