SOB X RBE Gangin
The four-man Bay Area rap crew delivers a breathless, irresistible, and highly defined record that hits your gut and your shoulders at the same time.
The four individuals from SOB x RBE are from Vallejo, California, home to the famous rapper Mac Dre. What’s more, similar to Mac Dre—both back in the ’90s and later, at his thizzed-out peak—SOB x RBE can be, in the bones of their songwriting, insightful and bleak while making music that is always propulsive, rebuffing, cheerful, fun. Dre would rap via telephone from jail about police fierceness and about children conceived dependent on split, yet he was doing it with a kind of ricochet and levity. It was overwhelming, yet it wasn’t.
Wail x RBE’s most recent collection, Gangin, takes after this heredity, an overpowering record brimming with melodies that hit your gut and your shoulders in the meantime. The gathering (the “x” is quiet) was shaped when companions Yhung T.O. what’s more, DaBoii—who cut their teeth by rapping into their telephones and putting it over a beat through a Playstation—combined their endeavors with kindred youngsters Slimmy B and Lul G. The “Wail” is for “Entirely Only Brothers,” the “RBE” is “Genuine Boi Entertainment.” They’ve invested a large portion of the energy since that 2015 merger as a minor wonder, both in the Bay and on the web. Weeks prior, when Interscope revealed the TDE-helmed soundtrack for Black Panther, one of its features was the skull-rattling “Paramedic!” where each SOB x RBE part bobs his voice off of Kendrick Lamar’s.
About the voices: Yhung T.O., the gathering’s potential breakout star, is smooth and melodic; Slimmy B is a grating contradiction, power to T.O’s. artfulness. Eventually in their developmental stages, the individuals chose to play with the structure and lineup of every tune: Instead of shoehorning each of the four onto each track, they show up in an assortment of requests and mixes, both here and on a year ago’s lean, self-titled mixtape. This has considered Lul G to exceed expectations in spot obligation, and for DaBoii to form into an attractive nearness, as reckless as Slimmy and with the same amount of chomp to his voice.
This smoothness gives Gangin a chance to weave all through various sonic paths without learning about careless or of place. “Against Social” is as satiny as “Can’t” is fierce, yet the movement from one to alternate sounds like a decent DJ blend rather than an A&R-commanded box-check. The group of four’s childhood, their moderately brief time rapping together, and sense of duty regarding every barrette hand over tone loans their music the vibe of experimentation and revelation and progressively.
That is great, in light of the fact that there’s a sure windedness that their style requires. Cry x RBE fit serenely into Vallejo’s rap ancestry, which incorporates spearheading beauticians like Dre and E-40, and associates like Nef the Pharaoh—whose music is by all accounts in consistent discussion with his city’s progenitors. By differentiate, SOB x RBE’s music is less melodiously referential to those ancestors, rather circling back to the lavish, up-beat generation customs from Vallejo and Oakland. As vocalists, they draw evident motivation from Detroit’s road rap scene (see: Doughboyz Cashout), however that goes over less as impersonation and more as the kind of social trade that has long keep running between Bay rap and rap in the Midwest and South.
The core of Gangin is a four-melody keep running on the backstretch where every part is permitted his own particular solo cut. DaBoii’s “Forked over all required funds, down to the last cent” is humorously no nonsense, and uncovers him as a gymnastic expert; “The Man Now” gives Lul G a role as a scalawag, scoffing and Grinch-neighboring; “Y.H.U.N.G” migrates T.O. to an undisclosed Caribbean estate.
The genuine gem is “God,” where Slimmy raps continuous for over two minutes—it’s not precisely in petition, more like a clarification to some concealed outsider concerning why he may implore. There are blessings for heaps of cash and humble solicitations for additional; there are seeks after sound children and moms. From that point, the melody moves its concentration outward, and Slimmy lashes out at some of the individuals who have harmed him. There’s his companion who stole from him, and his dad (“I adore your rear end to death, however absolutely never think I owe you”). The entire thing occurs at an energetic pace, loaded down with asides like, “Niggas biting the dust each day, who the fuck this poop amusing to?” What makes “God” so capturing is the way it uncovers the phantoms pursuing and imperceptibly molding Slimmy’s written work—that just underneath the surface, agonizing considerations like this are continually stewing.
Every one of the four individuals from SOB x RBE let shards of this world-exhaustion slice through, and to the group of onlookers, it appears to tie them together: Not just is there a capable melodic science, yet these four recover each other in never-ending movement as they deal with outrage and dissatisfaction and wild desire with a three-man wellbeing net underneath them. It helps that they are on the whole ridiculously beautiful journalists who give the music a mind-boggling active vitality. They inhale profound life into music with youthful lungs. Gangin isn’t unequivocally a record about non-romantic love and the hopeless pressure amongst youth and mortality, however it’s that, as well.