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Who said that music always has to be an elevated and sublime form of art? Who said that from time to time one can't play an album just for the pure sacred taste of chilling out?
Who exactly this Kreayshawn is, I don't even know: maybe yet another white trapper playing the misunderstood baddie? Probably! A girl kicked out of two high schools with resounding kicks in the ass? For sure! What I know is that I listened to her only full-length album two days ago and I can't stop going back to it. I won't spend many words because it would be utterly pointless: Somethin 'Bout Kreay is forty-five minutes of rebellious hip-hop with electric, rave, and sometimes - I dare say - even horrorcore shades; an anthology of tracks whose quality is very erratic, with a much less inspired second half than the first, and a bomb - Gucci Gucci - that stands out and rightfully gained more popularity than the rest; a whirlwind of powerful nonsense about bad girls, sinful sexual metaphors, and brats to be disciplined. I won’t compare it to other artists because it would be blasphemy; but know that if you want to feel pleasantly badass and carefree without true malice, this shit is absolutely for you. An album that was obviously slammed by the snobbiest critics (cough cough Pitchfork), an album that is pure fun without ever taking itself seriously; some beats smash rocks and Kreay's voice is like cream on a Caprese cake.
Even though at the beginning of your career you talked about "lost kittens," I've decided to forgive you this time, Kreayshawn, sweet bitch... GO HARD...
Until next time.
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