The accomplished debut from the DIY UK post-punk trio is simmering with possibility and pure conviction.
SOB X RBE is already a compelling rap machine, a potential powerhouse in waiting. But this solo outing suggests that there’s plenty of life outside the group, too.
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Jeff Goldblum’s debut album, a live-in-the-studio ersatz nightclub affair, is a sincere, classy, and competent homage to the golden age of vocal jazz.
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On his album debut, the South Florida rapper (and former XXXTentacion associate) employs a playful approach to celebrate style over substance.
Even when Bruce sticks to the script in a playhouse, he can deliver a ranging and intimate performance full of the history and emotion befitting his long career.
In pursuit of sweaty deliverance, the acrobatic singer takes worries about police brutality, relationship woes, and embracing differences to the dance floor.
Underneath it all, the posthumous album from the Florida rapper is woefully aimless and structurally unsound.