#Rittz new album listen full
It’s less a direct attack on Lil B and Odd Future, and more on rappers of their ilk.ĭespite being handled by a number of producers (DJ Burn One, Lifted, Kasper Brightside, and a few more) the album’s sound is relatively cohesive, chock full of spacey chunks of trunk rattling funk. “ Fuck Swag” is an assault on rappers who dress like Lenny Kravitz and pause after dropping subpar punch lines. It will probably find sympathy with every rapper tired of meeting interviewers who clearly haven’t done their research. “ Interview” feels like a skit turned into a solid rap record.
The opener, “ Intro,” serves as thesis and confessional, the compulsory journal entry from an honest and uncertain road warrior who’s glad for the success he’s seen thus far, but fearful that the best laid beats and bars will go astray. It is the Slumerican soundtrack for those trying to keep their head up and their Muppet-like mane out of their eyes through all the bullshit.
Sixteen tracks in length, Rittz’s first proper LP is a Bourbon-soaked, worn down, southern-fried everyman rapidly rapping his ass off in hopes to beat the ticking of the clock he hears in his head. Emotional and psychological wounds are (re)opened and drained, bled until one wonders if there is anything left in the self-dissecting patient. If White Jesus was the introduction, then The Life and Times of Johnny Valiant is the autobiography, the book you’ve been waiting to read. Max Bell is not, and has never been, a juggalo.