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JPEGMAFIA's sharp-edged production and destructive, satirical (and honest) rapping gives this project a really fun, funny, and fucked up vibe, and works too great in the context of his country's political climate as of late. Peggy's act as the "Black Ben Carson" is so good that this entire album works best as one single, uninterrupted listen.
Favorite track: The 27 Club.
All Tracks Produced, Mixed & Mastered by JPEGMAFIA
Side A: NIGGER
ALL CAPS NO SPACES
I Smell Crack
You Think You Know
Black Ben Carson
Black Steve Austin
Black Stacey Dash
What's Crackin' Pt. 1 & 2
Side B: PEGGY
I Just Killed A Cop Now I'm Horny
Plastic (feat. Peanut Butta Thug)
Boi (feat. Butch Dawson)
The 27 Club
Face Down Ass Up (feat. Bito Sureiya & Kente of Nasa8 & Freaky)
This That Shit Kid Cudi Coulda Been (feat. Dylijens)
2015 Was A Great Year
JPEGMAFIA makes music that's explosive and boundary-pushing. His production is full of distorted sounds that rattle and decay, pushing at the boundaries of what's comfortable to listen to, and he raps in modes that shift from sing-song, heavily processed sonic experiments to pure shouting, his lyrics landing like Molotov cocktails. His voice stretches out in sensual croaks and angry barks, seemingly all recorded inside a boiler room.
Noisy, experimental production runs rampant across Black Ben Carson. Much like his Baltimore brethren Abdu Ali and fellow Southern brother B L A C K I E, JPEGMAFIA makes no sonic qualms or apologies for the aggressive manner of his music. Heavily influenced by Throbbing Gristle and Death Certificate-era Ice Cube, JPEGMAFIA is the brooding, roaring anxiety of a distressed black male who’s witnessed an uprising and still has no justice or comfort.
- Impose Magazine
One of the most volatile, frightening, and exciting voices heard in mid-’10s hip-hop — one that probably won’t succeed in getting Drizzy “the f**k” out of [his] genre,” but among the rare few with even a punter’s chance of doing so.
- SPIN Magazine
Black Ben Carson jams noise, absurdist humor, terror, and intricate rapping into your ears and doesn’t dare beg forgiveness. Difficult to digest and, in turns, oddly beautiful, BCC never loses sight of the fact that its existence—the power of its rage—lies in its legibility. This is isn’t noise rap for the sake of waking the neighbors and confusing bandwagon Fetty Wap fans. BBC slams through your speakers in search of a revolution to start.
- Pigeons and Planes
JPEGMAFIA's signature move is squaring up to the established hierarchies, systems, and values with one hand on his nine and the other on his crotch. What's more fuckin punk than that?
- Memorials of Distinction
JPEGMAFIA’s double-sided project “Black Ben Carson” is a sharp sword slicing through butter-soft hyper-liberalism, hypocritical media and the political circus.
- Electric LLama
The production is dank, gunky, and funky, and JPEGMAFIA’s lyrics exclusively reflect on the state of affairs in a fictional dystopic modern America. Unlike those posturing rhymes only available on Tidal, the rewards for digging into this album are colossal. This is simply an incredible release, and with any justice JPEGMAFIA will breach the big time soon enough. Justice however, is in short supply these days.
- The Quietus
Make yourself uncomfortable. Take yourself outside of the comfort zone of what is and isn’t acceptable to say about race. Let JPEG obliterate you way outside the boundaries we are told are tolerable when we think about race, and then take inventory of where you stand afterwards. It’s okay for art to offend you. Art should provoke you, and sometimes even attack you directly for who you are. Individuals need that, and cultures as a whole need that. Participate in something dangerous, even if only from the safety of your laptop and a set of headphones. You may absolutely hate BLACK BEN CARSON, but make the effort to understand why you hate it and you will certainly emerge from the process with a more honest appreciation of your part in racism in the modern world, which could never be a bad thing.