I’ve been at work for 41 hours in the last four days. I may not legally be conscious right now, and I’m not sure how I got home.
Watch this: I don’t know if you’ve heard of Rae Sremmurd (“Ear Drummers,” backwards), and whether you have or not probably shows whether you’re my age or older or younger than me, or whether the words “mannequin challenge” mean anything to you. One way or another, I encountered these guys for the first time… yesterday? Two days ago? and I think I’ve listened to their album SremmLife 2 a thousand times since then. There hasn’t been enough hours in that time to listen to the album a thousand times but I’ve done it anyway, because time actually stops while you’re listening to Rae Sremmurd.
This is hiphop inflected, but hell if I know what genre it is. I’d call it trance music, but that’s already a thing and I’m pretty sure this isn’t it. Like… I’ve been high twice in my life, right, or at least I’ve been high twice when the high-inducing agents weren’t prescribed by a doctor and administered in a hospital. At any rate, the first time barely even counted, so maybe I’ve only been high once. So maybe I have no idea what the hell I’m talking about, but:
I’m pretty sure this music is what it’s like to be high just transformed into music.
That’s a recommendation.
Like, there are lyrics, I suppose? I barely know what any of them are. I can’t pay attention to the words. They’re probably gross in some way; my experience with Southern hiphop in general hasn’t been great, and these guys are from Tupelo, Mississippi, which is probably on the slightly dirtier side of the Dirty South. But hell if I know or care what they’re talking about on any of their songs, because the music starts and the groove kicks in and all the sudden it’s fifteen minutes later and the car is on the other side of town and I don’t remember the drive in between at all but I went somewhere magical and wonderful while it was happening.
I love the fact that they’re playing guitar in the video the whole way through and there appear to be no guitars featured in Black Beatles at all. That’s, like, a metaphor, man.
Go download this. I’m going to bed.