Showing posts with label Jeremih. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeremih. Show all posts
Friday, February 14, 2014
"No More"- Shlomo & Jeremih
Bass-music producer Shlomo has a free-pass to work with any R&B singer he'd like. "Don't Say No", the centerpiece of his breakout 2013 EP Laid Out spotlighted How to Dress Well's perpetually aching vocals up against a skittering background. Banks' seductive croon became even more exotic after her pairing with Shlomo's "tropical boom" on last month's "Brain". For such decidedly non-human soundscapes, he's able to ring out absolute pathos from his collaborator. Effectually, he's indie-R&B's "Horse Whisperer".
And over the course of the last year, there's no one's ear he's had more than Chicago's Jeremih. Already in the midst of a career-transformation with 2012's sorely underappreciated Late Nights with Jeremih, he completed the metamorphosis with the quiet storm of last summer's "Bo Peep (Do You Right)". That piece of airy bleeps and slow gurgles already seems staid though as soon as you hit play on "No More". Leaping out of the gate with scraping electronic sounds, "No More" writhes with trap-rap ticks and palpitating bass drops. Jeremih is similarly jittery, repeatedly wailing in his falsetto "I don't want to wait." "All I want is you now and later" he confesses at another turn; concealing agitation. By the end he descends into ghostly Auto-tune and everything is obscured. Waiting games are only "fun" for so long.
"No More" is the first taste of a new, as-of-now-untitled EP Shlomo and Jeremih have partnered up for. You can download the track through NPR and look for the EP out through
WEDIDIT/Def Jam.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
"Ex-To-See"- Jeremih
Following the warped R&B take "Bo Peep (Do You Right)" aided by Shlohmo's crawling drum machines and synths, Jeremih is back with another drug infused cut. The song may be a play on MDMA, though Jeremih lacks any of the energy or euphoria commonly associated with the drug. Jeremih's in classic loverman mode, creeping around at 6 in the morning and making the ascent to the Mile High club when the time is right. Despite all the concern for the carnal, the sliding synthesizer re-brands this as a never-ending mind game. By the end, Jeremih's posing questions to no one in particular, "am I out of my space, goin' down memory lane?" He claims to be in ecstasy, but the evidence says otherwise.
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