The Singles Jukebox

Not to be confused with Lower-Case Garter.

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Juan F. Carruyo : Neymar in FC Barcelona lore is seen a traitor, as someone who couldn’t stand being second banana to Messi, so he jetted off to Paris to get his payday and play football in wondrous obscurity. So in this trap-lite, bass-heavy, triplets-accented tune we get Mr. Capital wishing he got his money too. With 18 million plays and counting he’s probably getting some. But a traitor is a bad role model, think of the kids. 
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Iain Mew: Pumped up epics about making it big, even ones as luxe as this one, are ten a Euro cent, so well done to Capital Bra for leaning so successfully on the thematic fit of the guy he’s aspiring to. In a tough world, maybe you can only hope to be a star like the guy who got booed for selfishness by his own team’s fans.
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Katherine St Asaph: Well, crap, I even like Kevin Rudolf songs in another language.
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Ryo Miyauchi: Capital Bra and UFO361 make far better use for this narcotic yet lounge-y trap beat through their celebratory rap than, say, Post Malone, who would’ve bummed this out with how tiring partying is or whatever. As a whole, it’s odd to think about how “Neymar” is based on maybe a now-outdated  mentality of the once-cliche hip-hop outlaw, whose lavish living and  cash flow sounded a luxurious lifestyle, not a depressing nor numbing  one.
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William John: The reference to being embroiled in a haze of drugs, money and unnamed women as a means to self-aggrandise is hardly uncommon in rap from any country, but it’s rare to see it done with as much dour bleakness as by the protagonists here.
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Jonathan Bogart: I suppose it’s a mercy that Soundcloud-era rap has gone such a long way toward deracinating the sound of hip-hop that Russo-German rappers no longer feel they have to imitate the specific African-American sonic and social contexts that they would have ten or twenty years ago: they can just pin general up-from-struggle narratives onto a bummed-out beat and have a hit because local audiences always like hearing one of the big international sounds of the moment in their own language. I’m too old for the phrase “German hip-hop” to ever sound anything but laughable, though.
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