Crafting a record that spans 17 tracks and has no skips is not only nearly impossible but to be a record that essentially can still slap against any modern hit today is a work of art. Waka Flocka Flame’s Flockaveli continues to spark that ingenuity nerve that blends both the ugliness of gang backgrounds and the approachability of hip-hop.
Starting with ad-libs that could replace the National Anthem for the United States, “Bustin’ At ‘Em” is a slap box with federal offense levels of production. Waka Flocka Flame holds in a debut, enough TNT through the 72-minute long joyride that it eventually becomes like a revolutionary discovery. The nature of violent instrumentation from Lex Luger is bombastic enough to stand on two feet, creating space between the audience and Waka Flocka Flame.
From the radio standards “No Hands,” “Hard in Da Paint,” “Bustin’ At Em,” or the single “O Let’s Do It,” there is an illustrative stand-off where four tracks hit such different range. One moment, Flockaveli has the listener ready to sprint through the night streets without care, running red lights, and having the courage to take over a section of the town.
Then, Waka Flocka Flame can harness this energy of wanting to party and be at the center of attention. One consistent thematic device in his record comes from this harsh emotional draw to confidence and the ability to be your own master.
When “Karma” which features YG Hootie, Slim Dunkin, and Popa Smurf hits, the “BOW, BOW, BOW, BOW, BOW, BOW, BOW, BOW,” and “Flocka!” ad-libs are both featured in meme culture but also the entertainment to hype hip-hop and running off 10,000 watts of pure electricity. The instrumental is a war-ready assault rifle filled with catchy hooks and verses over clips and rounds. Waka Flocka Flame describes, “I robbed so many niggas, karma came right back around. I jumped so many niggas, karma came right back around… Shout out to that fuck nigga, tried to rob me at the Wal-Mart. Ran up on his car, had him eating shells like Mario Go-Kart.”
With the perfect mix of aggressive and charismatic, Flockaveli is essentially The Godfather of records as it continues to become more enjoyable with each listen. The frantic overtaking of each track orchestrates a synonymous takeover of sound and ability. Waka Flocka Flame is tough, and age does nothing but sweetens each piece like they were a glass of fine wine.
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Directed by: Kevin Hudson
Record Produced by: T1OTB + DA
BTS: Wauren Lee & N
Make Up: AJ Beauty
Styling: Jody Leigh
Hair By: Demmy Abimbola
Product Manager: Ola Akiwumi
Creative Consultants: Finesse Foreva
Management: Jacqueline Pelham-Leigh
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Featuring: D33J
Director: Eliel Ford
Producer: Brendan Garrett
Production Company: SIMIAN.LA
Cinematography: Chris Ripley
Editors: Eliel Ford + Emerson Duggan
Stylist: Shirley Kurata
Stylist Assistant: Kelly Page
Hair + Make Up: Alana Schober, Mariana McGrath + Nicole Faulkner
Coordinator: Zack Stauffer
1st AD: Nick Johnson
1st AC: Jason Perry
2nd AC: Vinnie Bredemus
B Cam Cinematographer: Emerson Duggan
Gaffer: Pierre Habib
Key Grip: Pablo Ruff-Berganza
Production Designer: Sam Stone
Production Assistant: Connor Quigley
Set Dresser: Oly Malykina
Casting: Alana Champion
Sound Mixer: Nico Pierce
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Track List: Mist, Kronopak, SupposeedToBWorkin, Okay, Sokold, QuiteLiterally, Frosty, OthrDntSangit
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Released On Stygian Black Hand Records
Mastered By: Jack Control Of Enormous Door Mastering
Track List: The Gate Of Grief, Strangled In The Throat Of Perim, Bile Blossom, Bahr Ahmar, Nomadic Evolution, Undulating Torment, Tuza Janbiya
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Directed By: Manny Madrigal
Production: Happy Place
Assistant Director: Galileo Mondol
Cinematography By: Cory Burmester, Philip Hoang, Dylan Burzinski
Steadicam: Jose Espinoza
Gaffer: Dimitri Christoforidis
Key Grip: Taylor Reick
Art Director: Marie Ramos
PA: Lopes
Editor: Troy Charbonnet Manny
Colorist: Kinan Chabani
Management: Ceremony Of Roses
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Featuring: Navy Blue
Directed + Produced By: Skyler Vander Molen
Directors of Photography: Joshua Pausanos, Luke Tate, + David Freemas
Key Grip + 1st AC: Nima Khazaei
Stills Photographer + 2nd AC: Leo Maco
Production Coordinator: Allie Vander Molen
Production Assistant: Xavier Daniel
Color: Jacob McKee @ Forager
Sound Design: Nick Anello @ The Post Haus
Producing closer for a horror film masterpiece rather than the mosh pits they are accustomed to, Cloud Rat from Michigan has a stance to make with their 2019 release, Do Not Let Me Off The Cliff. An impressive display of sorrow and dark-wave sound taps into the sinister undertones of the seven-track, 25 minute long EP.
Originating from sonic dissonance, Do Not Let Me Off The Cliff opens to a jungle séance with authentic percussion that pulls back as if a camera would pull back on an initial scene. The clean vocals; while a change for Cloud Rat as they are often dwelling in the dungeon of grinding punk, are actually a slice closer to beauty rather than the death that surrounds them. “Thrust” is the eye through a peephole, the moment before a jump scare, the cold breath on the neck; the track quickly turns even the most simple of tasks like a nighttime drive into a tense, and overly dangerous journey.
This thesis of continual intensity segues into “Keep Flies” where the electronic drums are somehow more primal and invigorating than the last. The record stands every hair on the listener toward cumulative dread. The rambunctious pounding of 808 drums as Madison Marshall is able to deliver both intimidating and inviting vocals is a testament to the attraction to danger. With lyrics that dwell around “Sacrifice” and “Cemetery,” salvation seems to be missing from the motives of Cloud Rat.
Both Rorik Brooks and Brandon Hill who are often matched in a raging slam fest with their instruments, instead tone back, becoming these ramifications of an untouched holy ground. Almost sanctified as time progresses, Cloud Rat is menacing on Do Not Let Me Off The Cliff but still human enough to find attachable hooks for an audience.
“Keep Flies” is a nightcrawler, incredibly low to the earth, and able to find cavities where the wild production becomes addicting to the ear. But there are compromises here and while Do Not Let Me Off The Cliff was a bonus EP from their POLLINATOR full-length, Cloud Rat can showcase restraint with tracks like “623” or “Pity Sex.”
While still harrowing in their own ways, much of the intensity of the first two pieces wash over the audience in a shellshocked fashion. Where the acoustic guitars on “Pity Sex” can orchestrate a recovery and healing factor instead of a war face. The imagery of red and cave paintings takes hold of the first half, while the second is built to deconstruct the pillars of sound that were built in the first place.
The final moments are bred to become this combination of a one-two punch that links with POLLINATOR and can take the listener by hand to their entombment. When Do Not Let Me Off The Cliff graces the face of an audience, the figure becomes clear and is less about destruction as it is to become truly terrifying and apparitional.
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The musical equivalent to self-immolation, Internal Incarceration coming from Year Of The Knife is predatory. From the kill switches or the chugging one-two punch, every second spent with Year Of The Knife becomes a denser cloud of dread.
Opening with “This Time,” immediately the record bursts into flames with a mosh-pit educing spin kick in the form of two-minutes-and-15-seconds. Never faltering, the way that Andrew Kisielewski on the percussion is a driving force of the aggression becomes showcased through the consistent crashes that conflict against his brother, Aaron Kisielewski on the guitar. Keeping a family nature, both Madison Watkins on bass and Brandon Watkins on the guitar work together as Tyler Mullen shouts his way through the 13 total tracks.
Not one moment is put to waste as Year Of the Knife moves into “Stay Away” that is a backyard brawl of antisocial remarks and awareness to social distancing. Describing, “I’ll sabotage anything that holds my hand. Or tries to help me understand, one more thing to throw away…” Internal Incarceration then pushes the band into a chorus of sorts that illustrates, “Stay the fuck away from me, two hearts always separate, stay the fuck away from me. Three times the apologies.” For the closest thing to a nursery rhyme of hardcore, Year Of The Knife finishes with “Four counts of abandonment, stay the fuck away from me.”
Instead of reconciling with forming sluggish tracks to fill the gaps of uninterrupted
pulverizing, Year Of The Knife leaves no images of mercy to reach the audience. Primarily, each track is designed to break you down and leave the wreckage in shambles. Like tiny pictures in the hand, Year Of The Knife spikes them and stomps with combat boots until the remaining image is a shattered frame of memory.
The 30-minute runtime is necessary as Internal Incarceration is a sprint of endurance to the finish. Somehow enjoyable through a majority, the time is recollected as a tattoo; painful but receives some reward out of enduring the misery. One of the later tracks takes “Sick Statistic” that has some remnants of a build-up that pours over into molten destruction. The instrumentation here is really what becomes fascinating to study and demands respect or it will be taken.
The train chug that occurs through the strings that clash is god-like and form a tier that continues to etch into the mind even long after the last note is played. The 13 tracks are not entirely torture but are linked to becoming a dungeon of sound. Little light is let in, and the audience is desperate for reprieve.