Dubldragon

I sort of met these Dubldragon dudes for like a split second when I went to say hi to my friend Sammy Warmhands as he passed through LA. Ever the opportunist - this is rap music after all - Skeptik (aka the rapper in Dubldragon) passers me a copy of Y Wulvs?. 

Outside of conjuring an immediate Adventure Time hug wolf image, this record high-wire walks between Eyedea's sensibilities and Ugly Ducklings sense of humor. It's a good thing there's a safety net, but the chops are real and so are the numerous laugh out loud moments. #NoHopsin

Y Wulvs? is one of those rap records you used to have tucked into the console of your Toyota Corolla in college that you'd grab every now and then, post blunt, to just vibe on a good head nod, while adjusting the bottoms of your straight-leg jeans to make sure they covered the laces on your Shell Toes. 

This record had me squeezing my backpack less tightly, some faith restored that wordy rap nerds are still making garrulous raps effused with little witty observations like on "Gryo": "The world doesn't care about me / but that doesn't mean there's a reason to cry / it's just that planets tend to lack… feelings." 

Look, Dubldragon aren't going to win any hip hop popularity contests. They aren't going to be in the next Hot 100 or something. They might beat you at Super Smash Brothers or be able to take you on a wild, treasure-filled advenute with your 15th level mage to acguire the Elvish Staff of Souls. But Dubldragon occupy a particular compartment within the 100-chambered heart of rap music. I compartment I cherish and hope goes nowhere, no time soon.