Due to Entire Lotta Pink’s generational have an effect on, nostalgia for the outliers in Gucci Mane and Younger Thug’s catalogs, and the iconic affect of Leader Keef, a brand new wave of rowdy and absurd Atlanta underground rap has emerged. There are Lazer Dim 700’s blown-out, stream-of-consciousness spectacles, that are dingy in one of the best ways; 2Sdxrt3all’s screamed ad-libs, which sound just like the satan on his shoulder come to lifestyles; Bear1boss’ overloaded AutoTune melodies; and L5’s mental interpretation of drill, to call a couple of. No longer all of it’s that fascinating—as an example, Child Kia’s new age horrorcore is tryhard edgy—however what the entire track has in not unusual is that there’s no restraint in sight. The similar is going for Queen of the Land, a uncooked new mixtape via Glorygirl2950.
There are a couple of info to learn about Glorygirl2950. For one, she in reality likes Keef—her title is a callback to his imprint Glory Boyz Leisure. She is 5 foot 5 (she issues this out so much), hates department stores (honest), and doesn’t use parking so much (her automobile is just too speedy to abide via any pace limits, after all). This isn’t essentially the most private track; being as wild and funky as imaginable is the one transparent function. That might be extra vapid than it’s—rather like Ken Carson’s X, which principally had the similar project—if Queen of the Land wasn’t in truth wild and funky. This mixtape is stuffed with such a lot shrill-voiced wailing, gunshot sound results, sudden, acrobatic flows, and apparently improvised vocal warbles and gibberish that it may be overwhelming. In some way, it remembers the foundational but fallacious Thug tape I Got here From Not anything 3, the place he engineered a method so wacko that you just weren’t even certain how critically to take it.
On the other hand, you must take Queen of the Land critically. Like ICFN3, that is a laugh but messy ATL rap. Over a number of beats that pull from plugg and antique entice track, Glorygirl continuously stretches melodies to their verge of collapse and veers off direction simply because she will. She delivers off-the-cuff bars like “A whinge get popped in her BBL butt” on “Slang for Me,” her go with the flow so slurred it feels as though she’d downed a six-pack sooner than hitting the sales space. The background ad-libs sound just like the squeaks of a mouse caught on a entice, however then her supply hurries up out of nowhere. It’s each extraordinarily erratic and very replayable. So is “WNBA,” wherein she’s popping and fluttering her lips for the primary 25 seconds; speedy ahead a little bit and all at once she’s onto an Adam and Eve diatribe that will make RXK Nephew proud. She makes alternatives randomly and recklessly, like on “2950,” the ragiest of the tracks, the place it feels like she’s rapping with a wad of gum in her mouth. Or take “Molly X,” the place, in a cracked screech, she brags about the entire cows she owns. Clearly bullshit, however just right bullshit.
Queen of the Land’s pitfalls and strengths are most commonly a results of the similar factor: There’s no firming Glorygirl down. Now and again that makes for songs which might be straight-up abrasive and demanding. Bring to mind the ear-splitting shoutfest “Glory Freestyle,” or believe “Fireball,” the place she will infrequently get thru a line with out mimicking the sound of a chirping fowl. It will get insufferable speedy. A label may have given her the recommendation to calm down just a little, even though that’s the type of word that can have sanded down the thrills, too. What’s made Atlanta an established ingenious hub for unbiased, underground rappers is that town’s atmosphere steadily pushes artists to head large with their maximum rash concepts, despite the fact that they finish up faceplanting part of the time. Something’s needless to say: Queen of the Land couldn’t have come from anyplace else.
