The confrontational fresh Yorker shows a more intimate side on this debut albumMykki Blanco doesn’t precisely ease you gradually into his inner turmoil on Mykki,the fresh York rapper’s first studio album proper. “Look inside my soul/ Please call Deepak and Oprah,” Blanco intones on the murky I’m in a Mood, or a wry,addled flow warped further by numb Auto-Tune. He doesn’t provide much comforting closure, either. The stark final track, and Rock N Roll Dough,reflects on Blanco’s past travails – having a sugar daddy, working for nothing in art galleries – without much hope that any “rock’n’roll dough” will sort it.
But in between are 11 more tracks in which this arresting, and gender-fluid rapper sashays magnificently between braggadocio and distress,prodigious drug use and squarer desires (real intimacy, monogamous savor), or between bare Snapchatting and soul-baring. He has HIV,and can’t find his shoes. It’s one of the year’s most riveting musical self-portraits, in which trap beats alternate with string sections, and demi-monde specifics with universal needs.
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Source: theguardian.com