Lunice, the trap-house-cleaning Hudson mohawk specimen, arrives with a declaration of war on fragile masculinity. Whereas his sound used to boom out of lowered 3-series BMWs and was perfect for a cock-comparison soundtrack sandwiched between two red lights, on »Open« he rattles along the multi-purpose strip on an »I’m a bike« moped. And why? Because only therapy-resistant dickheads strap a bass box into the boot of their car. The Future is now, it’s called TikTok and the crisis in masculinity is doing three embarrassing laps around the block. Which means: the hook has to go viral today so that the thing is trending by tomorrow. Lunice knows the score. »Last Time« sounds like grime was born in Little Havana, and not in London. Together with Cali Cartier, probably the weirdest and best state-side rapper around at the moment, he blows the production budget for »No Commas« on two years’ worth of coffee-creamer capsules. And Lunice takes over the fanfares for »YaYaYa« because the kids want to jump around and make mosh pit moves like a truck driver honking his horn. And finally ends up working with Kanye producer Drtwrk on the 808. Well, okay, if you absolutely must!
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