Showing posts with label Yung Sherman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yung Sherman. Show all posts

Sunday, October 26, 2014

My Sadboys/Gravity Boys Playlist

As you all know from reading this blog, I love Yung Lean and Sadboys with a passion. Here is my current playlist of my favorite songs by Sadboys and Gravity Boys (the other, closely affiliated Swedish rap group. [Indicated in brackets] ) as of 2014. This playlist features 27 songs and is over 80 minutes long and it features material from all three main Yung Lean albums plus the Neal Yung 2003 unofficial mixtape, as well as various singles and material from the GTBSG compilation and Bladee's Gluee mixtape as well. This will only get longer as the two groups release more material. I'm pretty satisfied with how these songs flow together, so here they are with the names of their respective albums in parentheses.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Yung Lean: Unknown Memory ALBUM REVIEW




As a somewhat chubby Swedish white kid whose imagery revolves around seemingly random consumer goods like bucket hats, plastic g-shock watches, Gatorade, Nintendo 64, and the ever-present Arizona iced tea, it was easy to dismiss Yung Lean as a joke or a meme when he came out with his mind-altering and imagery laden music videos like “Hurt” in 2013. However, the young rapper is now taken as a serious artist even outside his fanbase (to a degree), selling out shows in America and Europe and actually having the budget to produce music videos that don’t look like they were directed and edited by a heavily medicated monkey. Even pop superstar Justin Beiber is a fan. Strangely enough, there isn’t really a punchline with Yung Lean as absurd as his music and persona tends to be, and that fact renders his whole act as a giant anti-joke heavily seasoned with post-irony. Lean also fits into an unfortunate trend in hip-hop today where production supersedes the artist. For rappers like Chief Keef, Waka Flocka, and Yung Lean; lyricism, flow, and delivery are not the paramount considerations. “Is the beat bangin’?” If it is, then the record has done its job. Without the production chops of Lean’s “sadboy” cronies Yung Gud and Yung Sherman, the entire appeal of his music would helplessly unravel, leaving a skeleton made up of empty Arizona cans and old Nintendo cartridges with a bucket hat on top.