Dextrous New York MC-producer Mike outdoes himself with 'Burning Desire', sculpting 24 foggy but hard-hitting tracks that veer into eccentric, experimental territory - "dark romantic horror with a comedic twist" according to Klein, who narrates the intro. RIYL DOOM, Ka, Earl, Armand Hammer.
You know an album's gonna be good when Klein shows up the opening track. Mike's long been one of New York's most intriguing new wavers, an artist who's able to conjure up fond memories of the past - we can hear echoes of local legends DOOM and Mobb Deep - while simultaneously offering up a fresh perspective. 'Burning Desire' is his most tightly developed full-length; he produces almost everything himself, and raps in a stuffy, languid drawl, falling over his words and making regular asides, seemingly laughing at himself as his twists stream-of-consciousness musings into catchphrases. 'Dambe' is an early highlight, using a well-worn, dusty soul sample but crushing it into bare tones. The beat doesn't snap yer neck like the most vital, early boom-bap productions, it slithers and snakes around wonky synths, providing a suitably swimmy backdrop for Mike's effortlessly eccentric delivery.
'African Sex Freak Fantasy' is even more convincing. This time Mike steps into a different zone, sounding energized slurring over a sparse, distorted electro thump, and he swerves again on the soaring 'plz don't cut my wings', inviting Earl - maybe Mike's closest stylistic reference point - to assist in gracing the winding, melancholy strings with calm, introspective poetry. Elsewhere, the rapper-producer disrupts DOOM-ian disco-funk loops with hypnotic tape warbles on 'Set the Mood', and grabs a heart-melting vocal from Lila Ramani on 'should be!', draping it in crumbly cinematics and letting her take the lead. It's a labyrinthine, generous album that's packed to the brim with ambition and charm - if yr rap playlist's looking spare, this is what you've been looking for.
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Dextrous New York MC-producer Mike outdoes himself with 'Burning Desire', sculpting 24 foggy but hard-hitting tracks that veer into eccentric, experimental territory - "dark romantic horror with a comedic twist" according to Klein, who narrates the intro. RIYL DOOM, Ka, Earl, Armand Hammer.
You know an album's gonna be good when Klein shows up the opening track. Mike's long been one of New York's most intriguing new wavers, an artist who's able to conjure up fond memories of the past - we can hear echoes of local legends DOOM and Mobb Deep - while simultaneously offering up a fresh perspective. 'Burning Desire' is his most tightly developed full-length; he produces almost everything himself, and raps in a stuffy, languid drawl, falling over his words and making regular asides, seemingly laughing at himself as his twists stream-of-consciousness musings into catchphrases. 'Dambe' is an early highlight, using a well-worn, dusty soul sample but crushing it into bare tones. The beat doesn't snap yer neck like the most vital, early boom-bap productions, it slithers and snakes around wonky synths, providing a suitably swimmy backdrop for Mike's effortlessly eccentric delivery.
'African Sex Freak Fantasy' is even more convincing. This time Mike steps into a different zone, sounding energized slurring over a sparse, distorted electro thump, and he swerves again on the soaring 'plz don't cut my wings', inviting Earl - maybe Mike's closest stylistic reference point - to assist in gracing the winding, melancholy strings with calm, introspective poetry. Elsewhere, the rapper-producer disrupts DOOM-ian disco-funk loops with hypnotic tape warbles on 'Set the Mood', and grabs a heart-melting vocal from Lila Ramani on 'should be!', draping it in crumbly cinematics and letting her take the lead. It's a labyrinthine, generous album that's packed to the brim with ambition and charm - if yr rap playlist's looking spare, this is what you've been looking for.
Dextrous New York MC-producer Mike outdoes himself with 'Burning Desire', sculpting 24 foggy but hard-hitting tracks that veer into eccentric, experimental territory - "dark romantic horror with a comedic twist" according to Klein, who narrates the intro. RIYL DOOM, Ka, Earl, Armand Hammer.
You know an album's gonna be good when Klein shows up the opening track. Mike's long been one of New York's most intriguing new wavers, an artist who's able to conjure up fond memories of the past - we can hear echoes of local legends DOOM and Mobb Deep - while simultaneously offering up a fresh perspective. 'Burning Desire' is his most tightly developed full-length; he produces almost everything himself, and raps in a stuffy, languid drawl, falling over his words and making regular asides, seemingly laughing at himself as his twists stream-of-consciousness musings into catchphrases. 'Dambe' is an early highlight, using a well-worn, dusty soul sample but crushing it into bare tones. The beat doesn't snap yer neck like the most vital, early boom-bap productions, it slithers and snakes around wonky synths, providing a suitably swimmy backdrop for Mike's effortlessly eccentric delivery.
'African Sex Freak Fantasy' is even more convincing. This time Mike steps into a different zone, sounding energized slurring over a sparse, distorted electro thump, and he swerves again on the soaring 'plz don't cut my wings', inviting Earl - maybe Mike's closest stylistic reference point - to assist in gracing the winding, melancholy strings with calm, introspective poetry. Elsewhere, the rapper-producer disrupts DOOM-ian disco-funk loops with hypnotic tape warbles on 'Set the Mood', and grabs a heart-melting vocal from Lila Ramani on 'should be!', draping it in crumbly cinematics and letting her take the lead. It's a labyrinthine, generous album that's packed to the brim with ambition and charm - if yr rap playlist's looking spare, this is what you've been looking for.
Dextrous New York MC-producer Mike outdoes himself with 'Burning Desire', sculpting 24 foggy but hard-hitting tracks that veer into eccentric, experimental territory - "dark romantic horror with a comedic twist" according to Klein, who narrates the intro. RIYL DOOM, Ka, Earl, Armand Hammer.
You know an album's gonna be good when Klein shows up the opening track. Mike's long been one of New York's most intriguing new wavers, an artist who's able to conjure up fond memories of the past - we can hear echoes of local legends DOOM and Mobb Deep - while simultaneously offering up a fresh perspective. 'Burning Desire' is his most tightly developed full-length; he produces almost everything himself, and raps in a stuffy, languid drawl, falling over his words and making regular asides, seemingly laughing at himself as his twists stream-of-consciousness musings into catchphrases. 'Dambe' is an early highlight, using a well-worn, dusty soul sample but crushing it into bare tones. The beat doesn't snap yer neck like the most vital, early boom-bap productions, it slithers and snakes around wonky synths, providing a suitably swimmy backdrop for Mike's effortlessly eccentric delivery.
'African Sex Freak Fantasy' is even more convincing. This time Mike steps into a different zone, sounding energized slurring over a sparse, distorted electro thump, and he swerves again on the soaring 'plz don't cut my wings', inviting Earl - maybe Mike's closest stylistic reference point - to assist in gracing the winding, melancholy strings with calm, introspective poetry. Elsewhere, the rapper-producer disrupts DOOM-ian disco-funk loops with hypnotic tape warbles on 'Set the Mood', and grabs a heart-melting vocal from Lila Ramani on 'should be!', draping it in crumbly cinematics and letting her take the lead. It's a labyrinthine, generous album that's packed to the brim with ambition and charm - if yr rap playlist's looking spare, this is what you've been looking for.
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Dextrous New York MC-producer Mike outdoes himself with 'Burning Desire', sculpting 24 foggy but hard-hitting tracks that veer into eccentric, experimental territory - "dark romantic horror with a comedic twist" according to Klein, who narrates the intro. RIYL DOOM, Ka, Earl, Armand Hammer.
You know an album's gonna be good when Klein shows up the opening track. Mike's long been one of New York's most intriguing new wavers, an artist who's able to conjure up fond memories of the past - we can hear echoes of local legends DOOM and Mobb Deep - while simultaneously offering up a fresh perspective. 'Burning Desire' is his most tightly developed full-length; he produces almost everything himself, and raps in a stuffy, languid drawl, falling over his words and making regular asides, seemingly laughing at himself as his twists stream-of-consciousness musings into catchphrases. 'Dambe' is an early highlight, using a well-worn, dusty soul sample but crushing it into bare tones. The beat doesn't snap yer neck like the most vital, early boom-bap productions, it slithers and snakes around wonky synths, providing a suitably swimmy backdrop for Mike's effortlessly eccentric delivery.
'African Sex Freak Fantasy' is even more convincing. This time Mike steps into a different zone, sounding energized slurring over a sparse, distorted electro thump, and he swerves again on the soaring 'plz don't cut my wings', inviting Earl - maybe Mike's closest stylistic reference point - to assist in gracing the winding, melancholy strings with calm, introspective poetry. Elsewhere, the rapper-producer disrupts DOOM-ian disco-funk loops with hypnotic tape warbles on 'Set the Mood', and grabs a heart-melting vocal from Lila Ramani on 'should be!', draping it in crumbly cinematics and letting her take the lead. It's a labyrinthine, generous album that's packed to the brim with ambition and charm - if yr rap playlist's looking spare, this is what you've been looking for.
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Dextrous New York MC-producer Mike outdoes himself with 'Burning Desire', sculpting 24 foggy but hard-hitting tracks that veer into eccentric, experimental territory - "dark romantic horror with a comedic twist" according to Klein, who narrates the intro. RIYL DOOM, Ka, Earl, Armand Hammer.
You know an album's gonna be good when Klein shows up the opening track. Mike's long been one of New York's most intriguing new wavers, an artist who's able to conjure up fond memories of the past - we can hear echoes of local legends DOOM and Mobb Deep - while simultaneously offering up a fresh perspective. 'Burning Desire' is his most tightly developed full-length; he produces almost everything himself, and raps in a stuffy, languid drawl, falling over his words and making regular asides, seemingly laughing at himself as his twists stream-of-consciousness musings into catchphrases. 'Dambe' is an early highlight, using a well-worn, dusty soul sample but crushing it into bare tones. The beat doesn't snap yer neck like the most vital, early boom-bap productions, it slithers and snakes around wonky synths, providing a suitably swimmy backdrop for Mike's effortlessly eccentric delivery.
'African Sex Freak Fantasy' is even more convincing. This time Mike steps into a different zone, sounding energized slurring over a sparse, distorted electro thump, and he swerves again on the soaring 'plz don't cut my wings', inviting Earl - maybe Mike's closest stylistic reference point - to assist in gracing the winding, melancholy strings with calm, introspective poetry. Elsewhere, the rapper-producer disrupts DOOM-ian disco-funk loops with hypnotic tape warbles on 'Set the Mood', and grabs a heart-melting vocal from Lila Ramani on 'should be!', draping it in crumbly cinematics and letting her take the lead. It's a labyrinthine, generous album that's packed to the brim with ambition and charm - if yr rap playlist's looking spare, this is what you've been looking for.