With such a Googleable name as Skinnyfromthe9, the New Jersey rapperâ€™s actual search results indeed pulls some eyebrow-raising articles.
Most recently, he was grouped amongst the seemingly routine (and fatal) rapper-involved shootings of 2020, although he emerged with his life. Several months prior to that July shooting, the 25-year-old said he was â€œset upâ€ for a chain-snatching â€” which virtually commemorated the year anniversary of a similar physical altercation.
He first captivated SoundCloud audiences in the late-2010s, brandishing that â€œIDGAFâ€ persona onto digital downloads â€” while earning the mug shots to separate the cap from the rap.
And while itâ€™s no secret agents of chaos are known to transfer negative energy into positively good music, studio focus appears to have alluded Skinnyfromthe9 on his new album, Love Me More. The 11-track offering smothers every moving sound with Auto-Tune in order to make it listenable, (similar to tolerating dry-ass fries through a sea of ketchup) while exposing the versatile artistâ€™s unwillingness (or inability) to craft meaningful music. â€¨â€¨
From the jump, Love Me More wastes opportunities to be deep and precise. Album opener â€œFarâ€ rides its hypnotic hums with scatterbrain thoughts of paranoia from the past shooting. But the songâ€™s off-beat crooning about smashing an ex-flame one last time reinforces the same hapless themes that bring down the albumâ€™s replay value completely.
The albumâ€™s closer, â€œImportant,â€ gives off acronym triggers as frivolous blurbs about â€œdiamonds on the neckâ€ and â€œcrashing the coupeâ€ does nothing to suggest a decent curtain call. Skinnyfromthe9â€™s envisions of â€œloveâ€ are mostly spurts of horniness in efforts to induce escapism, resulting in one pointless song after another. The mid-center filler track â€œGroupieâ€ is a prime example of crap-rap where Skinnyfromthe9 uses its starry, atmospheric chords to â€œskeetâ€ in a fanâ€™s face â€” before ghosting the track midway, leaving the trackâ€™s stock sound limitations to fade into the Fruity Loops abyss.
Love Me More sounds largely unfinished, as in a late-night studio session good idea turned bad once it was uploaded onto Spotify. (The aforementioned â€œImportantâ€ literally flatlines with 90 seconds of dead instrumentation to spare.) Despite its low-quality, Skinnyfromthe9 does maintain solid artistic prose throughout the project. A track like â€œMeâ€ smoothly patches together blocks of catchy melodies, despite the generic mentions of â€œracksâ€ and â€œflexinâ€™.â€ And despite going against the albumâ€™s vision, â€œLove Is Fakeâ€ ranks as the most complete record, as the jolts of electronica get eaten alive atop an untamed flow.
While Love Me More wonâ€™t put Skinnyfromthe9 back into notable rap conversations, it does prove he can benefit from or be a beneficiary to the right musical situation with the right resources.
That is if heâ€™s done absorbing all the hate out of the streets.
Damn, it costs you nothing to not pay attention!
Even with a 2.3 rating for this particular album, we find that hard to believe â€” but go awf!