21 Savage & Metro Boomin
Savage Mode

LA RECENSIONE

This album... this album is God high on Oxy playing sadomasochistic games with a Nigerian woman in a basement in Atlanta at two in the morning.

Then it’s simple, if Metro Boomin wants something more, YOU GIVE IT TO HIM, period. Does he want your soul? You give it to him, and if needed, you also give him those of your friends and family.

Atlanta is wicked, the body of an addict who injects so much crap into his veins (i.e., the streets) that he could fertilize the whole of Nevada with it.

And 21 knows these things well: born a douchebag dealer in the filthiest armpit ever, a bastard addict, he loses his best friend in a shooting. He comes out unscathed, somehow, and decides to change his life.

Mode: Savage

Metro Boomin is a madman, he takes the various samples with surgical precision, slows them down and slams his massive bass over them. Slow rhythms that drag on wearily, permeated by a dark, dreamlike, hallucinatory atmosphere.

ATMOSPHERE

Over these sounds, Savage spreads his drugged, whispered rap: what is created is a lengthy dialogue between flow and beat, merging and becoming one.

Limited vocabulary (BITCH and NIGGA are the most used words), a million drug references, grotesque arrogance, and tons of pulp. The account of a drug-dealing addict who has seen death in the face. A cruel, violent album.

<< Eeeh ok, but the Trap?>>

It also passes through this album, under the influence of codeine and opiates.