Sorbmal

Beats, guitars, and samples. Normally I'm thankful as shit when music has even one of these. But when these things work together to get my pants and pizza delivery uniform off like Sorbmal has here, I'm almost too entranced by the ear tickling to put up much of a fight.

Sorbmal's Arctic Giraffe is everything I've ever wanted in an instrumental hip hop album, but the fucking guitars on this shit are killing me. The deliberate pickage of Sorbmal's right hand is so fucking tough, I'm almost intimidated by how crisply hard this guy picks a guitar. I'd wager seven loose cigarettes in prison this dude has 11s strung up on his shit, because if I tried strumming a guitar as intentionally as him I'dve already broken a few strings and ripped the skin off my pickin' fingers. 

Shit. 

I'm almost offended by how raw and perfect this album sounds coming from an artist I've never heard of before, but when you sit with Arctic Giraffe you can totally pick out the artists that may or may not have inspired it. I've almost turned this shit into a sport, as each time I listen to the album through I think I hear new influences.

So far I've heard Pink Floyd's guitar acting as a feather duster dusting off dusty DJ Shadow beat dust while Ratatat's pitch bending bends the pitches most eligible for bendering of their pitches.

At certain points on the album it sounds like a video game self destructing, but it's kind of cheerfully perverted rather than pervertedly cheerful. It's almost as if Leisure Suit Larry is losing pixels and returning to his 8bit origins of remaining perpetually horny, while consistently striking out with the ladies. 

I've noticed myself staring off into the distance as the album plays on, but a few specific tracks on this album are just fucking hypnotizingly head noddy. They're magically delicious. The syncopated guitar slaps on "Dogma" are so fucking money you'll have a hard time not trying to keep meter with your own air guitar's picking hand. The dramatic ass about face that happens on "Something Strong" is such a badass example of finding a perfect riff inside such a short set of bars, I mean at the 1:23 mark I have to hold my stomach that riff is so fucking dope. After the 1 minute mark on "Possum Head" I'm fucking floored with the amount of rhythmic layers being stacked ontop of one another. This shit is beat jenga and shit. 

It almost feels like Sorbmal spent years on each song, splitting and splicing and copying and pasting until either he couldn't fucking take it anymore or the software itself couldn't fucking open because of the girth of each track.

That Sorbmal. So girthy.