ELUCID - "THE WORLD IS DOG"

 

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ELUCID raps like it’s the end of the world, because it is. Words launch from his mouth like missiles ready to detonate, as if they would explode if he held them inside any longer. The latest transmission from the underground king's upcoming album for Fat Possum is perhaps his most urgent and forceful sermon yet. When he raps of “jaws that grind” and “teeth that tear,” you can practically feel the bars dig into your flesh like mandibles sharpened to double-edged precision. The world is a dog, but which one? A pitbull that’s misunderstood, or a rottweiler on the prowl for red meat?

The pounding breakbeat, co-produced by electronic musician Jon Nellen, is a woozily industrial nightmare, the sound of a skyline collapsing into itself, as if Atari Teenage Riot had been born as an Afropessimist jazz quartet. The roof might be caving in, the walls might be on fire, and the hellhounds that rule our world might be out for blood, but the beat goes on. Like Rammellzee unmasked, ELUCID’s tongue shaves & sharpens every syllable until it’s a weapon of self-defense. His perceptions are exacting and direct, without even room for an extra breath, because dire times call for blunt messaging, on some rap game Jenny Holzer shit: check the “Abuse of power comes as no surprise’ citation on the scrambled signal of single “SLUM OF A DISREGARD.”

But sometimes you still need to speak in codes, just in case the heat is around the corner or your Zionist landlord is listening in, as they inevitably always are. If you know, you know. My smile is also a watermelon slice: it can nourish and sweeten, quenching thirst and filling the stomach in equal measure, but if you don’t come correct, you just might choke on the seeds.