So…by now you all know that I listen to tons of music on the reg. Just when I think I’ve heard it all, I hear this…SMH…This is beyond dope! Its rare you such lush sounds in Hip Hop. Listening to this I felt like I was at their show listening to a live band. It puts you there.
Rooted in the sweaty dance floor revivals that have defined their live shows over the past five years, Brooklyn’s “8-piece Afro-funk-hop Juggernaut” mamarazzi serves up a deliciously greasy dish with spices cultivated from across the planet. Spontaneously combusting under the careless scientific supervision of a group of Wesleyan University (MGMT, Das Racist, Santigold, etc) alumni, mamarazzi has since been on its perpetual quest to leave no genre behind and no hip unshaken. The band likens its sound to a laced grapefruit: tart funk, acidic groove, pulp-n-rind hiphop, and nectar of ancient lullaby. Think of an orgy with Fela Kuti, Thom York, Maceo Parker and Lauryn Hill. Then stop thinking about that.