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Kat Stevens: Get these lads some Lemsip, stat.
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Micha Cavaseno: Keith Ape’s relationship with rap represents a lot of people’s relationships with rap this decade: parasitic, condescending, hollow. “It G Ma” was a sea of hollow cliches by a kid who had management who recognized the inane Tumblrwave orientalist visual mess and sonic drivel of Yung Lean and the One-Note pun of OG Maco would be totally suitable for a media savvy teen from Asia to pimp out, to the point music press didn’t bat an eye at how obviously patronizing a kid shrieking “BITCHES IS BITCHES ‘CAUSE THEY BITCHES” is for anyone who cares about making subtle distinctions in who’s actually trying in as redundantly misogynistic a genre as rap can be. I mean, I deliberately eat Taco Bell instead of proper Mexican food and the intestinal shredding I end up with is perhaps due justice for my willful desire to ingest trash, but you’d like to maybe imagine someone has regrets about letting this kid cook as long as he’s done. “Achoo!” is slightly better because its a showcase for Slump God, one of the more nimble tongued of his phase of rap; a kid who is supposed to be peers with Yachty or Rich The Kid but always accidentally reminds me more of P.E.A.C.E from Freestyle Fellowship for all his inane babbling. Theoretically, someone will look at Slump God who hadn’t heard him before, and he’ll make fans. Last time Keith didn’t even bother to be so charitable to whom he made look like a bad joke.
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Alfred Soto: The cacophony’s as loud and the word play as bizarre as on a random Migos track, with a similar intention on drilling its programmed hook into your brain.
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Ramzi Awn: The repetition doesn’t do any favors for “Achoo!”, which attempts to reinterpret an early aughts hip hop styling that doesn’t hit nearly as hard as it wants to. 
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Leah Isobel: The beat, combined with Keith Ape and Ski Mask the Slump God’s overlapping ad-libs, feels at first like an onslaught in a good way, a pleasantly pulverizing sort of thing. By the third listen I was bored. I like this kind of momentum but there’s no space to breathe and no contrast to set it off.
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Julian Axelrod: In a post-Thugger world, trap has become an eccentric’s game. Only the most left-field rappers stand a chance at transcending the Soundcloud scene. Luckily, Keith Ape and Ski Mask (“please, Mr. Slump God was my father’s name”) have weirdness to spare. The throwaway intro line “Woke up on a cloud of sauce” is the perfect distillation of their spacey, aggravated vibe, especially on a song that feels like riding public transportation at rush hour while zonked out on cold meds. The duo’s oddball charisma and dizzying flows obliterate the language barrier — by the time you reach Keith’s verse, words have lost all meaning. No matter your state of mind, it’s impossible not to get on their wavelength.
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