Favorite Mixtapes of January 2016

Lil Durk - 300 Days 300 Nights

Coming off the heels of last year’s Remember My Name, Lil Durk’s long-awaited major label debut, 300 Days 300 Nights was a return to form for an artist who shines through the mixtape format. Durk is a pop artist and street rapper, and 3D3N sees an ear-worming development of religiously emphatic street aphorisms woven through mind-numbingly simple, repetitive melodies, and gunshot adlibs. Following up on his longstanding tradition of hair-raising intro tracks, “Intro” finds Durk penning a line for all the loved ones he’s lost — some of them having passed or gone to prison since after his rise into the spotlight — and the tape carries a poignant tone throughout. Durk is at the top of his city; he knows it, but he also understands the depth of his sacrifice in getting there. –Nick Henderson

Katie Got Bandz - Drillary Clinton 3

Katie Got Bandz has been queen of drill for years now — at least according to her side of the story, which is all you get here. And it’s Hard To Be A God; Drillary Clinton 3 will be her “last drill album.” It’s (kind of) a shame, the parenthesis owing to the fact that these 17 tracks are the headiest endurance test on wax since G Herbo’s transmissions from Fazoland and, in combination with the two mixtapes preceding it, give us enough pissed-off sketches from the queen of drill to sneak into the next umpteen summers of posse playlists. Most of the comments on mixtape sites’ streams of DC3 are dudes complaining about how Katie’s “always screaming.” On the intro, which reminds us “the faces of these lost and disconnected young and women are often invisible, until we see them in a mugshot,” before the hi-hats come in, I get the sense Katie is screaming to fill the negative space wherein we locate lostness and disconnectedness. But still, those commenters are selling her intense versatility too short. This mixtape has everything from the absurd comedy of Katie’s introduction as the “First Lady of Drill,” culminating in her exhortation: “I need that moneyyyyyyyyy!!!” to a bass-y, minimal banger featuring Jeremih, to a not-embarrassing alternative to that Yelawolf “Don’t Make Me Go Pop…the Trunk” song (“Jump Off Da Porch”), to a Plies verse, haha. In the end, Katie ends her drill career diplomatically: by expressively addressing her haters in just more than a minute, Gettysburg-style. –Drill Neibergall

RetcH - Lean N Neck

Has RetcH leveled up since Finesse The World? Well, if Lean N Neck has anything to say: YES. Production-wise, these beats are the complete swag software, and the way RetcH traverses their synthetic terrain is akin to the potential amount of synthetic fluids he been sippin’ into his system. So when the depths of tracks “Matrimony,” “Not to Mention,” “Codeine Gangsta Party,” ” Souple Straps,” and “Lean Talk” enter your home or car-audio system’s woofers, you best bet the tweeters be tripletting with furor. Lyrics that make double cups sweat like they done-did the crime, but nobody snitching ‘round RetcH’s trap. The hornet’s nest swarms. What’s next? Lean N Neck. –C Monster

Kodak Black - Institution

Although he’s already being compared to veteran artists like Lil Boosie, the raspy-voiced, young, downright reckless charisma of 18-year-old Kodak Black is distinctively his own. Because this young Florida rapper’s strength is his unflappable confidence, his ability to disregard the self-conscious aspect of the mixtape format, he’s able to produce an intensely personal experience with Institution; something larger than itself. An introvert at heart, Kodak taps into the darkest parts of his soul to pull surprisingly moving results from his viscera; warranting Institution’s uncompromising hourlong street rap expanse. “I ain’t gonna sugarcoat nothing,” he professes in his gold-mouth Southern drawl on “Deep in These Streets,” a song that reflects on his time behind bars and in the Golden Acres Projects, a place that’s comparative to “living in hell.” “I’m’a tell you times when I was up, I’m’a tell you times I was struggling,” go the lyrics and not for one second do think to doubt them. When the sun finally wakes up, like on the aptly titled “This Life,” for instance, it serves to humanize Kodak, spotlighting the raw stories behind the tape’s booming 808s-heavy production. To think, this self-proclaimed Project Baby is feasting without having yet cashed in on his Drake cosign. –Brooklyn Russell

Montana of 300 & Talley of 300 - Gunz n Roses

Late-80s Sunset Strip rock is a misleading reference point for those of Chicago’s 300. Rather, think Power Metal; think DragonForce. Driving, completely heroic instrumentals, deeply harmonic sung raps, clean and enunciated lyrics, and virtuosity everywhere. The subject matter keeps the unique style rooted in street rap while emphasizing the elements in a way that’s completely 300. Rap always has flourished by way of embracing the listener’s love of outlaw tall tales. Montana of 300 and Talley of 300 take this theme and elevate the proceedings to full fantasy, novel-level epic. At no point do they stop soaring through epic tales of bravery, getting to fuck the princess, and nabbing the treasure. The story of the 300 is a crusade of personal freedom, and they are their own perfect bards. Yes, it is as hammy as I’m indicating, and that is why it is great. –Charlemagne Lazarus Kinsman

Busta Rhymes - The Return of the Dragon (The Abstract Went On Vacation)

Decades have passed since Busta Rhymes roared his way to rap superstardom. Absent any monumental smash singles on the scale of a “Woo-Ha,” “Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See,” “Pass the Courvoisier,” or “Touch It,” for 10 years Bus has led the new school via guest appearances on pop remixes in which he typically out-raps everyone else on the track, often rendering otherwise-dull tracks listenable. So, in a way, it’s fitting that the brightest moments on Busta’s December 2015 mixtape, The Return of the Dragon (The Abstract Went On Vacation), come from hearing the dungeon dweller trade syllabics with MCs of similar fire-breathing pedigree. Chance the Rapper on “Hello,” Raekwon on Roc Marciano-produced “Watch How You Move,” and, most impressively, MF DOOM on Dilla-produced “In the Streets” are just a few examples. As a followup to The Abstract & The Dragon, this tape had a lot to live up to, but the latter song is strong enough to stand side-by-side with any of Busta’s best. –Samuel Diamond

Soulja Boy - S Beezy

Soulja Boy ain’t nothing if not consistent(ly underrated). This time though, he’s locked in. S Beezy is a self-induction, real Bruce Wayne-into-Superman shit. Fam’s at Drizzy’s feet like, “I’m good here with my chain on because while you claim you started from down here, it was my table crumbs that was feedin’ you.” S Beezy’s peaking out of that stream of Waves that Yeezy Swished in on like, “While you waitin’ on your messiah, I’m here with that shit you never knew you wanted.” Which prompts a loaded question of spacial relevance: “Where is this dude even coming from?” Answer: S Beezy never left that desk in back of the class, shooting you a patient head-cocked stare every time you spit some shit like, “Man, this year sucks for music. Where are all the BIG albums?” Maybe I’m predisposed for this shit, but after you witness a bunch of turnt-up eighth graders teach their white-as-fuck science teacher how to “Superman that ho” on the last day of school, you stop waiting for the butterfly to pimp itself and start paying attention to the little man. Because it won’t be long before they’re all grown up. –Jackson Scott