Showing posts with label Childish Gambino. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childish Gambino. Show all posts

Monday, 28 October 2013

The Sound Influx Playlist: 28.10.13


It's only ruddy week three! One day we'll look back on this with fondness, remembering the time we had a feature that lasted for three whole consecutive weeks. How we'll drink.
This week, we've had a host of curators of the playlist from across the site; great to see a team come together to collaborate on this project.
In this, the third installment of The Playlist; our three featured artists are MO, Findlay and Swearin'.

Let's get straight to it then!




Mø - XXX ft Diplo

This is, in classic mø style, a chopped -up track with layers of samples and beats and her pretty laid-back delivery. It also includes the almost obligatory trumpet samples which have come to make mø's sound so distinctive. Diplo also plays a part, although this is Mø's moment.
Holly Read-Challen

Swearin' - Dust in the Gold Sack

You'd be forgiven for confusing Swearin' with their tour-buddies Waxahatchee; mostly because lead singer Allison Crutchfield is Katie's twin sister. Where Waxahatchee deal in refined sounds though, Swearin', as their name may suggest, take it a bit more FIDLAR. There's a definite cross between this and many of Wichita's post-grunge releases from the last year and we can't quite get enough of it.
Braden Fletcher


Findlay - Greasy Love

Bursts of static and Natalie Findlay's sexy yelp usher in another cracking single from the young Manchester songwriter. "I know it feels good when he sucks on my blood" she shrieks as her backing band leap from popping bass to strident garage rock riffs that channel The Kills on a three day bender. It's short, sharp, sleazy and seductive. What more could you want?
Max Sefton

That's all for this playlist, enjoy.

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Childish Gambino - Camp


Donald Glover can pretty much do it all. Actor, comedian, writer, the list goes on. However, with his alter-ego Childish Gambino, he takes on the rap game. In comparison to his many other achievements in entertainment, writing songs about different topics isn't one of them. The album is plagued by the same old lyrics basing themselves on girls, being the lonely black kid and struggling with his childhood. That's not to say the album is a bad one, it's just after a few listens all the way through, you only really need to listen to certain songs to get the message Glover is trying to portray. Key examples of this are in 'Heartbeat' in which he raps about a lost love and how he's fucking her behind her current partner's back. Romantic! However, the line "69 is the only dinner for two" instantly wins the title of 'Lyric of the Year'.

Whereas Drake gets away with the soppy lyricism and heartbreak, the production is too hard for the lyrics for Gambino. With jarring synths and heavy drum beats, the two just don't work together. In addition, after watching his stand-up routines and episodes of Community, it's just hard to take this project seriously no matter how hard he tries to portray himself. He needs to take down the serious levels a little bit for it to all work. Overall, the album is a very bland rap album but has some really good lines. In final track 'That Power', there's even a nod to French film director Francois
Truffaut, which is pretty special.

6/10

By Robbie Baxendale