Like any genre, rap, and the hip-hop scene that it evolved from, has definitely moved with the times. But if the music that $windlaaa makes is quite a long way removed from the creations of those early South Bronx pioneers whose musical gene-splicing set the ball rolling, lyrically, they would find a kindred spirit.

His eponymous, debut album is a deft collection of skittering trap beats and dexterous vocal salvos, polished electronic motifs and spacious atmospherics, raw energy and euphoric sonics. And, if the music is the product of the modern age, the lyrics, or at least the message that they carry are timeless.

Everyday stories of love, loss and life, jealousy and betrayal, the highs and lows of city life and of a young man trying to make his way in the world might be nothing new in the literary scheme of things but neither is it something that ever stops being poignant and easily relatable. And so $windlaaa’s songs are both highly personal and universally relevant, and that is what makes them so accessible.

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