Deathbomb Arc US Schallplatten & CDs

Review: Angry Blackmen's The Legend of ABM is a visceral exploration of life in contemporary America. Through their gritty and unapologetic lyricism, Quentin Branch and Brian Warren confront the harsh realities of their existence with raw honesty and introspection. Produced by Derek Allen, the album's chaotic and distorted soundscapes provide a fitting backdrop for their narrative, capturing the ambient stress of navigating a society rife with systemic injustices. The album's tracks delve into themes of depression, existentialism, self-reflection and survival, offering a poignant commentary on the struggles faced by Black men in today's world. Branch and Warren's lyrical delivery is blunt and uncompromising, detailing their personal demons and experiences with searing clarity. From grappling with mental health issues to confronting generational trauma, their storytelling is both captivating and harrowing. While the production style may draw comparisons to noise rap, The Legend of ABM maintains a sense of accessibility and immediacy that sets it apart. Branch and Warren's chemistry is palpable as they effortlessly weave through intricate rhyme schemes and rapid-fire verses, infusing each track with a competitive intensity and undeniable energy.

Review: Backdrops of engineered silence and societal distraction inform on this from Fatboi Sharif and Driveby, twin rap verbalisers from the hinterzones of New Jersey. Let Me Out confronts the fractured psyche of a world numbed by noise: a raw, unfiltered dispatch from the underbelly, where six-figure illusions swing pendularly over mirrored truths, and suppressed rage simmers beneath manufactured calm. Tracked at 2ndststudios and shaped by the precision of Steel Tipped Dove, the record is sharpened further by the eerie co-production of DJ Boogaveli on 'We Fought for this Country!?' and haunting backing vocals from Paul Keim on 'Krossroads'. From milk-and-oil confusion to the cracked prayers of trauma survivors, each track on this grittily sculpted noise rap record erodes our psychic Achilles' heels, through emotional debris and soul static.