Kendra Morris
Babble
Kendra Morris fanboy reporting for duty.
For the last few years, every time I see Kendra Morris's name pop up, I click and listen to whatever the fuck she's dropping now. I learned after the first time I read her name to check out what she's dropping because everything she drops turns into one of my favorite things on the fucking planet that dropped bro.
Kendra Morris has this incredible knack for releasing music that is just fucking perfect.
Back in 2010 or 2011, when I first heard "Concrete Waves" I spent weeks trying to find something else to sing to myself while doing anything and everything.
Then a few years after that she dropped this version of "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" that almost ruined me.
She's got this delivery that's both chill AND hot as fuck. She surrounds herself with amazing musicians. She doesn't seem to force anything, so all of this musical perfection just fucking POURS out of her front facehole.
It's annoying that one woman can so consistently release such perfect weekend music. Kendra Morris puts out music set in the block party scenes of your dreams. I'm tellin' you.
Kendra's latest, Babble, is more of the same, but instead of it feeling like a sweaty block party where I'm following a chick who wears short denim shorts and long beaded beads around her neck with long flowing hair, this time I'm chasing the same woman around a never ending series of hotel rooms.
Babble makes me feel like I'm wearing a fucking see thru robe, ok?
Babble is all smooth fucking foreplay and partially transparent garments.
"Twist & Burn" would almost seem corny without those chicka-pocket-snappin' drums, but the perfectly plucked guitar makes it a nocturnal emission's dream sequence.
"Woman" is dirty. Fucking beautifully dirty. That raunchy ass wah takes this entire song out of the living room and renames it the sex dungeon.
When the bells were struck for the first time on "Le Snitch" I knew it was going to murder, but fuck, the cadence she rides on the verses makes the guitar ch-ch-chugging along around her all the more poignant. I love the right hand of this guitar player almost as much as I love the smoky bar room vibe this song paints.
The background wah on "Avalanche" is insaaaaane (and almost impossible to keep on meter when I attempt it in my head), but my favorite part of this song is that I change the lyrics "Makin' Money" to "Bacon Honey" because I am a fat fat fat faaaat man.
I fucking love everything about this new Kendra Morris. While I am unable to see past the amazingly tasteful guitar playing on this album, Kendra's voice is so fucking perfect it's almost insulting. When she layers her shit I get chills, even in 100 F heat with 100% humidity I'm over here hugging myself.
That Kendra Morris, always hot damn.