When I first realized that some of my friends actually made really fucking good music, I was surprised at how easy the formula seemed: make a beat, find a melody, chop it up, beat's done! I never gave it the full respect it deserved until I tried my hand at making my own beats on a dare. shit was far from fucking easy, and if I'm being honest, it frustrated the fucking hell out of me to the point that I haven't done anything since I finished the first few.
The amount of tweaking and clipping and cntrl+z'ing and relistening and compressing and doing the same shit over and fucking over and fucking over, if you don't love it and/or don't make fucking heaters, you're essentially a cutter. The amount of patience it takes to take something from an idea to a finished product is sometimes grueling. I give props to beat makers that make beats I fucking love, but to anyone who's ever heard something and decided to sample it and go the distance and make a track around it, I salute you bro bros.
So SYFFAL received a music submission from Small Professor last week, touting his latest beat tape drop titled Moar Mistress Jawns, and because of my aforementioned appreciation for beat makers, I gave the shit a shot.
Moar Mistress Jawns sounds nearly identical to how I imagine I would want my own beat tape to sound, from the dusty soul samples, down to the easily translated humor, the only thing missing from this particular beat tape, is about 6 more beats. It's the shit I'd throw in the manpod for a run around the block, or on the backyard stereo (where the speakerz are in the shape of rockz) while tending to smoldering meats of many many salt-levelz, or in the truck while transporting another load of cinder blocks, Small Professor just makes beats I can do shit to.
The true sign of any talented beater creator, besides actually making dope beats, is knowing when to wrap shit up, and with most of the tracks on Moar Mistress Jawns coming in at just under/over two minutes, I'd say dude has a decent grasp on song construction without letting shit get stale.
The first half of the album is centered around garage sale bought 45 samples, while the latter half seems to marry the garage sale come ups with some additional synth-age courtesy of Small Pro's closet full of keys, knobs and whosiewhatsits.
I might be partial to the first half of the album personally, but I've been slow dancing in front of the mirror naked these past few weeks getting ready for Sextember (the month long celebration I just made up where me and wifey bone all day erryday bro bro).
Go grab this handfuckers!