![]() ![]() “Raw” shouts out suburban skate rat MGK, lest we forget the lilywhite demographic Wiz is courting here. He indulges his “gentlemanly” side on “Promises,” whispering predigested nothings into a woman’s ear: “Let’s…make the time stand still/Get caught in the moment.” But he’s an uncaring, inattentive rapper, doing the bare minimum to pacify his core constituency (Hypebeast-surfing bluntheads). TIDAL is the first global music streaming service with high fidelity sound, hi-def video quality, along with expertly curated playlists and original content. On Blacc Hollywood, there are several halfhearted appeals to spiritual communion, with Wiz invoking Bob Marley’s namesake and speaking in bungled patois. Wiz would likely tell you that his intentions are benign. Wiz’s shruggy, pop-infested third album, Blacc Hollywood (Taylor Gang/Atlantic), could use more of that “Pittsburgh Sound.” His delight in tearing into a utilitarian street banger was plain to hear. The reformed army brat wasn’t a hip-hop original, but he rapped like he meant it. On “Pittsburgh Sound,” you can even hear traces of Juelz Santana in his d-boy talk, barky intonation and fetish for chirping soul samples. Wiz was a whole other kid at the time: His loose-fitting black tees were, by today’s standards, inadmissibly baggy he had yet to adopt skateboarding as a leisure pursuit. If Wiz Khalifa ever solicited us for creative counsel, we’d implore the directionless MC to revisit his 2006 single “Pittsburgh Sound.” Wiz’s Blacc Hollywood LP proves where there’s smoke, there’s not always fire ![]()
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