Rap has been around long enough to have become seeped in its own styles and tradition. That’s the downside of being a genre having enough success to enable such longevity, you leave the “no rules” era of the early days behind and generally things fall into accepted sub-genres or at least tip their hats to past greats and classic sounds. But having such a backdrop to perform against just highlights how much Sause stands out, how of the moment, in the here-and-now, how musically cutting-edge he truly is.
Right off the blocks Sause leads the charge, waiting for the melody and beat to catch up with him rather than playing their game and dropping into their groove, wielding words as weapons, firing off salvos of lyrics as he charges headlong into the fray. This is music all about the attack, a breathless rush of energy and lyricism framed only by a skittering beat and cross-vocal inclusions but requiring little else. In fact all the better for the room that he gives himself to work his battle-magic.
This is the rap of today, rap boiled down to its essence, rap as street literature, rap as a personal confession. Forget what rap may have become since it emerged from the hip-hop culture of South Bronx halls and parties a lifetime ago, Paparazzi encapsulates what rap was always destined to become. Short, sharp and shockingly to the point.