By Rob van Alstyne
By Zach McCormick
By Emily Eveland
By Jack Spencer
By Michael Madden
By Reed Fischer
By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
"On My Way" is meant to be a new-blood event-rap oasis on an album (Victory) that wants to flood the airwaves with established event-rap moments. But Khaled is about as much of a talent scout as he is a great producer, and we're left wanting all around.
Would somebody confiscate James Murphy's Art Brut vinyl? I don't totally hate this song, but I'm not keen on listening to this guy have a heart attack over nervy conveyor-belt blip-pop more than maybe three times, tops.
Even a throwaway single from Dream is a damn sight tighter than most urban-pop confections, and the effervescent "Love King" is no different, an airily artless siege of drop-top non sequiturs, SuperGlue-in-the-taffy hooks, and what might be the most meaningless if/then postulation assigned to a chorus so far this year.
Kuniva feat. Royce Da 5'9
Kuniva bests his usual workmanlike flow here, perhaps because the ever-dexterous Royce is on hand to rub off. Kuniva: "Buryin' sacks of scratch cuz rainy days are comin'/I ain't tryin' to feel a drop of it cuz every day's sunny." Royce: "My money's something else, I feed Willies/I sneeze millis/I breathe to achieve, feel me?"
There's something timeless about this kind of beat-crushing exercise, all the synthesized synapses firing and snapping like rubber bands, seeming to ricochet off of one another in a controlled, almost antiseptic way. It's been done a hundred thousand times before, but it's always nice to be reminded that this music will never fall entirely out of fashion.