Bakus & Morbidly-o-Beats

When you really love someone, it's sometimes hard to properly judge or provide nonbiased feedback on anything creative they do. Brandon and Jake, aka Bakus & Morbidly-o-Beats are my dudes, and they've teamed up to create a fire-breathing cassette that sounds like they've been playing Legos together on the floor for years.

Here was my initial problem when I was graced with an advance of the project; did I love it because both of these guys are two of the realest, nicest, most honest dudes I know, or did I happen to know two guys who made a really dope record together?

Luckily, after much chin scratching and aligning my root chakra with the angle of my ball dangle, I've decided that it's the latter of those two options, and Gone Fishin is another in a line of Morbidly-o-Beats-produced projects with yet another slept-on MC with a beard and children who clearly weaves his tales and tucks them gently into the pockets of MOB's drums.

Bakus has a really cool voice and delivery style that he seems to have been pumped full of steroids when he heard it was going to cover an entire MOB-managed album, and it's clear he pulled no punches when you first hear the title track "Gone Fishin". Word on the street is that Morbid and Bakus created and recorded a song a day over a Spring Break. I picture them, chest hair glistening in a hot tub, smoking pipes and waxing poetic on climate change and why people give their money to Drake. Brando you sneaky scholastic bastard you! I did a triple play when this song was dropped off on the Filthybroke SoundCloud page, because the balls displayed needed more breathing room then one play allowed.

"Hair like anime, a stare like cancer stages. Deadly when she's friendly, will you please emancipate me?"

I might be old here, and the gray ball hair would seem to confirm that, but one-MC/one-producer projects are always a better idea to me than multiple chefs in the beat kitchen. In this kitchen Morbidly-o-Beats is the Bobby Flay to Bakus's Anthony Bourdain, and I want to binge listen to every future project these guys cook up. "Bully on the Block" is all brass knuckles and blood with its gritty synth line, and Bakus mean muggin every fucker in line at Disney's Materhorn like WE ABONIMABLE BRUH. Gut check bitches.

You can't cage an animal the likes of MOB. He jumps on the side b heater "Same Song" rhyming about m16s, being ballsy enough to use his bear-sized hands to Fuck you and your gun up, and Chicago's graffiti scene legends. There's no Shock G or Tupac here, only two guys venting frustrations over nasty drums, somber keys and low end basslines that will bust your stock car stereo speakers.

I can't lie at all man! Morbidly-o-Beats is one of the most underrated producers in the indie hiphop scene making music today, and it's shit like this that further cements his place as a contender. Of all the records that MOB has made with MCs rapping over his production, I think this is by far my favorite piece, because Bakus brings the word play and dexterity, but makes sure we can grasp everything he's saying.

There has been a shit ton of music released this year that has taken me by the round bearded face and slapped me with its awesomeness, and Gone Fishin joins the ranks of other talented Fucks like Kendrick Lamar, B. Dolan, Ceschi, and Ecid. My already cramped end of year album list just got tighter, and hotter, and filed with two more beasts with beards.