Cabin fever wiz khalifa6/29/2023 ![]() It’s difficult to execute the Lex Luger blueprint poorly the production on “Erryday” and “Taylor Gang” is still undeniably resonant, but it doesn’t knock colossally like, say, Ross’s “MC Hammer.” Khalifa sounds more at home over slinky stuff anyway, which is a contributing factor to why opener “Phone Numbers” is the tape’s best four minutes. That is to say: sonorous, synth-driven rattle that doesn’t quite have the gravitas for which it strives. So, get ready to hang out in hotel rooms with models, get ready to wear expensive suits, get ready to have a predictably good time.Ĭabin Fever is occasionally composed of beats that one can picture Rick Ross or Waka Flocka turning down. It’s paint-by-numbers swagger shit-Khalifa is doing himself doing Khalifa. It’s difficult to categorize a Wiz Khalifa project as unambitious, but Cabin Fever coasts on the aesthetic Khalifa has curated more than any of his other releases. “Erryday” is about getting high and riding in big cars every day “Hustlin’” is about hustling “Taylor Gang” is perfunctory set-repping. His latest release, Cabin Fever, does little to disturb that universe’s perpetual condition. Other discernible ways in which Khalifa differentiates himself from ordinary chain-janglers are less easy to parse, but the universe his music creates is undeniably distinct and finding oneself within it is finding oneself as ergonomically comfortable as a high-backed executive’s chair. Affluence is stasis, like his stoned state. He would like you to think his language is the tool of an unbiased documentarian he’s immensely paid and popular, and those are just cold facts. ![]() Khalifa prefers to let his flyness sprawl out before the listener, and he delineates that sprawl with a Gucci Mane-esque comatose charisma. In contrast to most rappers obsessed with status symbols, he doesn’t gesticulate wildly in the direction of his possessions. ![]() Khalifa’s raps draw from a limited palette: cash, cars, women, houses, shiny things. Ours heads nodded metronomically and our fingers Googled “Clicquot” while bouncing along to the silky thump of “The Statement” and “Never Been.” That terrific tape functioned as a paradigmatic demonstration of Khalifa’s steez: cool, self-assured boasts commingling with beats alternately jangly and smooth, creating syrupy numbers that sound like an aural distillation of some pleasant state of inebriation. We have largely neglected mentioning this, but a few of us at the CMG offices/mansion/waterpark were pretty smitten with Wiz Khalifa’s Kush & OJ last year.
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