Remember the first time a kid from Chicago really challenged hip-hop’s status quo? He showed us how swapping 808s for chopped soul samples might actually be cool and that skinny jeans and neon Polos could be just as hip-hop as football jerseys and Cartier. He ushered in a new era hip-hop by allowing himself to be weird and detailing his journey through the come up across three coming–age themed albums that have since cemented their places in the hightest echelons modern hip-hop history. That kid was , and nearly two decades after his emergence, his influence has shaped three the genre’s brightest new torch carriers: , , and now undisputedly, .
Each these three young forward-thinkers are now pushing hip-hop into the future on those same principles, and at times, experimental appeal — though now Towkio is ficially planting his flag with his debut LP, WWW. One listen through the new album, and it becomes clear that Towkio’s definition hip-hop not only sets him apart from most his contemporaries’, but also that it doesn’t necessarily adhere to current hip-hop conventions either; he doesn’t seem phased in the slightest.
Conceived between the journey from an emerging Chicago rapper to lamping at Rick Rubin’s mythical Malibu recording sanctuary Shangri La, Towkio sets the narrative in WWW.‘s first bars on “Swim,”
Relying heavily on these ideas perspective, frequency and resonant connectivity, the foundational motifs go beyond just the track titles and lyrics. They are weaved into the record’s eclectic complexion genres, roping together dreamy psychedelic intros, footworking breaks, funk, trap, R&B, and a healthy dose his throaty vocal hopskotch. Creating the album took the “” rapper to pyramids in Mexico, winding Hawaiian hills, and ultimately 92,000 feet into the atmosphere to quite literally drop his album from a visual vantage point that only a microscoping group humans in history have ever witnessed.
Sonically, the record plays upon hip-hop’s new wave versatility, with a welcomed serving pop appeal on tracks like “Hot S**t,” the Teddy Jackson-assisted “Symphony,” and a cheeky breakbeat cut on “Disco.” ‘s contribution to the album, “Loose,” opens like it’s the much needed mid-record breather, before quickly tightening down and breaking into a rambunctious collection bombastic kicks and tenacious spits.
The real respite, however, comes as one the album’s final additions — a sleepy R&B piece alongside Grammy-nominated called “Morning View.” Throughout its 13-track span, celestial trains thought play a key aesthetic role in WWW.‘s compilation, culminating on pieces like “Alone” and “2 Da Moon.” Such a theme is not unlike the early outputs fellow unconventionals like Kanye and Kid Cudi.
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Towkio showcases his inextricable acceptance weirdness, and unapologetically declares it cool in his own way as well. It isn’t cookie-cutter rap music, and it wouldn’t be true to Towkio if it was. If still not skeptical about the Yeezy coming–age parallels, listen to him and Vic Mensa go in with brilliant, youthful defiance on “Forever” and tell me it doesn’t sound like the logically matured progression to West’s seminal classic, “We Don’t Care.”
On paper, WWW. is built by a team sharp industry power players, with Lido behind the console raking in substantial writing and producing credits with Knox Fortune and frequent SZA songwriter Carter Lang, all beneath the legendary Rick Rubin’s watchful eye. Together, a seemingly motley crew differently-wired creators have come together to aid in the delivery Towkio’s triumphant longform debut — a relatable narrative introspection and simultaneous emergence, all wrapped up in the underlying concept the “overview effect” and how we relate to the daily risks we all take living on this big blue rock with one another.
Nowadays, the burgeoning rapper keeps his head in the stars, his feet in the California sand, and he’s survived a plummet from space that would humble anyone. Towkio has ficially staked his claim in his corner the ever-growing hip-hop empire, and in two more decades from now, who knows how WWW. will inspire an entirely new generation rappers?