Way back when I was six Vicodin-deep, nearly a second blunt smoked, 14 years old, and nodding to Donuts behind the Catholic church up the street from my grandparents, it ripely occurred to me that there is no more room in New York unless you build up; this church was built with a school and nunnery all atopple of itself. Thus, what is a young Brooklyn producer to do if a Detroit room-for-expansion DJ (J Dilla) crushed the scene years before now? Go WONTON SWOOSH, like WHAT up in the peace sign, all the middle fingers blazin’ off like a bucket of glass shards dropping on marble with a crystal sunset backdrop, including frozen drinks stronger than a shot of 151.
Turn on the radio: is this a car commercial or an actual song? Problem has been infinitely solved, as Lord $M$ took what beat-makers taught before, built upon it (SEE: his current terrain in BK building upon him) and reapporpriated every original aspect you’ve ever loved about music. And the way WONTON SWOOSH is constructed seems really appropriate for leading into 2015 with grace. Side-A is packed full of all solo production slaughter. Side-B is more collaborative, set aside the Izy instrumental for the last track. Butt-bumping throughout, th’oh.
Fortunately, I’ve bared witness to the allusiveness of “What is…” WONTON SWOOSH? It’s ordering matching shorts and shirt off eBay around 3A.M. Then poppin’ some fresh NK Air all day on a rooftop, so at night, the navy and white stripes blur out the red jagged WONTON SWOOSH spoon effect into the most leisurely swagged-out prison outfit gone limp-walk.
Become something new with Lord $M$. Listen to the architecture of WONTON SWOOSH below. Snag the tape off Bootleg Tapes immediately.
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