Ayo so real talk, I haven’t lived in NYC for very long and ya’ll got some fucking humidity issues. Like seriously, damn. Colorful Colorado, where I’m from, was also Bone Dry Colorado. It was also Meth Head Pastor Cavorting With Male Escorts Colorado, but enough about my state. All that matters right now is the new Bro Safari x UFO! collab album!!!
So I’m sitting here in this space, lamenting the film of sweat I’ve acquired thanks to this bullshit moisture in the air, and it suddenly becomes okay once I start playing the new joint from these two purveyors of trap-step. It’s the full on electro-fest experience from the comfort of my office chair, sitting here listening to one trappy dubstep cut after the other; the next track consistently grimier and dirtier than the last, and my body simply reacting accordingly. It seems both artists have mastered the long theorized genre of psychosomatic trap.
Excuse me while I cook at my desk.
But really, while a lot of people aren’t receptive to dubstep in 2k13, those same people are missing out. The whomp-y version of dubstep that Americans have come to know and love still has a surprising amount of life left in it, and both producers prove to us why. There’s also a good amount of versatility on this album, with tracks occasionally stretching beyond trap and dubstep and breaching into the borders of moombahton territory. Even retro synths a la my boy Giorgio Moroder get a nod on tracks like The Dealer (pretty sure that intro is from Scarface).
Bottom line is that some of your friends are gonna turn up their noses when they see/hear/lip-read the word “dubstep”. Your friends don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, so get as low as you can to that filthy new new.