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BEN WAID - BE LIKE WATER Like water, Ben Waid becomes formless and shapeless on this impressive self- produced project. Waid is able to effortless glide on every track no matter the style. With a natural yet, futuristic voice, Ben Waid coasts through each track baring his soul with dazzling appeal and jaw dropping skill. Each beat has a oceanic, watery vibe that has influences from reggae, rock, and other genres which Ben melded together to match his tone and style. What a combination! Ben sounds comfortable. Like water, his approach goes from calm and beautiful to intense and powerful. An amazing product that makes us speculate if his talent is coming from the water he's drinking in San Marcos or pure talent. Either way, a great project that'll keep our thirst quenched until the next release.

BABY GUWOP - TEXAS BLUES EP Talk about prolific. It's only been two months and @BabyGuwop512 is back with a new project. Titled Texas Blues and opening with a quote from the 2001 film 'Blow' starring Johnny Depp, Guwop is making it a point to give us an edge-of-your-seat adventure with Texas as the back drop.

The opening quote in 'Sick of Home' is haunting and reflective. Guwop croons over tough, yet right decisions with a sure and confident attitude. Giving up vices, tightening his circle, leavig everything he knew...Baby Guwop is on the verge of something and is putting himself on the path to find it. The stand out moments from track one to track eight is the obvious improvement in his vocal range and fearless experimetation with his new bouncy flow. We've had an early taste of what the EP would sound like with the previous releases of 'Ice Wrist Makes You Sick,' and 'Million Ways.' From the bass alone in 'Million Ways,' we knew shit was going to get crazy, but the whole tape showcases how insane @scpjcksn's production game has gotten. Once again, these two are raising the bar for how collaborations should go. The artwork of the project is sporting a single flower - a blue bonnet - which looks as if the project is now a travel guide for future residents and tourists. Smart move if this tape is lowkey just that. Now everyone knows if they're looking to throw bands up in Houston, they can hit up Guwop for a good time.

BABY GUWOP - CATCH ME IF YOU CAN EP The birthday release of Catch Me If You Can, a seven track EP, officially introduces us to @BabyGuwop512; a clean, cool character who is blurring the lines between trap themes and bubblegum pop with the help of his teammate @scpjcksn; who adds a powerful force in the tone of the project with his luxurious and lively production. They like, "Damn, how you get like that?" Catch Me If You Can begins with "Amy Winehouse." The opening track is a composed take on braggadocio rap. Here, Guwop isn't being boastful or arrogant. He's telling us straight facts. He's letting us see him for who he truly is. He's answering our questions just enough to understand, but never truly know. "That bitch going down, cause I'm coming up." The entire tone of the album is exciting and bustling with energy, but Guwop on the other hand sounds used to this. Sounding effortless and weaving through tracks with wit and melody, Guwop gives us plenty of space by saying enough to move a listener with hard-hitting lines, but not cramming the track entirely. A simple, yet calculated approach. With recurring themes of drugs, and titling tracks "Amy Winehouse" and "Kurt Cobain," these small details prompt the idea that this album can be one of two things: A tribute to musicians and icons who have fallen young due to drugs, or a love-sick ode to the party lifestyle all the while repping Texas. Rockstar shit either way. The title is what catches you, though. Catch Me If You Can is also a 2002 Steven Spielberg directed crime-biography starring Leonardo Dicaprio. It follows the life of Frank William Abignale who spends his young adulthood traveling the world on pure charm and finesse. From Guwop's background with finessing, we can say he mirrors the protagonist to a tee, but with his own personal glamour. Designer clothes, steak, shrimp and a bitch who looks like Selena...we can only hope we can catch up to Baby Guwop in a life moving to so fast. Luckily we have an outstanding debut of an EP to hold us over.

Barry Love, Holographic Alex Barry Love stands in front of a crowd - all bouncing in anticipation to celebrate the successful launch of Barry's new invention, 'Holographic Alex.' "Have you ever had your girl all up in your face?" A screen descends behind Barry, revealing live footage of a girl in a room yelling obscenities outside of Barry's house. This gets the audience is intrigued. Barry then pulls out a small device and presses a button at the screen. What appears to be a flickering Barry walks towards the woman proclaiming she's a Nubian Queen and needs to respected. The flickering Barry apologizes whole-heartedly and manages to get the previously angry woman to leave, satisfied and aroused. The crowd claps. Amazed. "Have you ever had to throw hands?" The footage on the screen switches to a group of misguided hoodlums outside of Barry's house, threatening to "expose and dispose" of him. Barry clicks a button and a flickering version of him appears on the screen with evidence of the leaders shortcomings and shame. This causes the leader to cry and retreat. The audience laughs. "Ladies and gentlemen," Barry begins. "Meet Holographic Alex." The crowd goes wild. "You can get this application once downloaded into the exclusive-compatble software to "cover for you" in dire any situation when you would prefer to sit around and think about life for only twelve thousand dollars." The crowd is silent.

Malandros, Hometown A young wide-eyed music fan managages to stumblr into a free show after following the audio trail of guitar licks and pad switches. Standing outside, waiting for the next band to play, the hopeful youth sees instruments and equipment slowly being lugged in and out of the building. "Are you guys about to play?" the hopeful youth asks. "Yep," a friendly smile shot back. "Bring everyone. Bring your friends." The young kid chuckles as the drummer walks inside, dragging a container of cords and gears with him. The light-hearted amusement switches to longing and nostalgia as the teens heart breaks a little. The whisper to themselves. "But all of my friends are back in my hometown."

Milk & Cereal by Malandros

Oliver, 100 iPhones Oliver's child hood friend Steve is returning home for college. The two have planned to take some time to catch up like simple times - with bitches and liquor. Steve arrives and he quickly plops on the couch, sinking in and ready to relax. Oliver raises an eyebrow, "I thought we were gonna head out, man?" "Oh, my bad." Steve starts to get up. "I thought we were just gonna smoke, watch some anime, call some bitches over...Lowkey night." Oliver laughs. "We're gonna do all that. Just downtown at the high rise." "Downtown sounds kind of expensive, man." There is a long moment of silence which is awkwardly broken by Steve's unconvincing laugh. "I'm totally kidding, man." Oliver and Steve hop into the Mitsubishi and head downtown. After settling into a room with women and vices, Oliver drops a whole bunch of Swisher Sweets onto the table. "Woah," Steve exclaims. Oliver smiles ear to ear. "I know. We're gonna be lit." "Maybe too lit, man. Don't you wanna save some of it for later?" Again, there is another awkward silence, but the flick of a lighter fades the uncomfortable vibes away. A phone rings. It's Oliver iPhone. Oliver looks at it to see who's calling. The screen shows "Bad Bitch #43." Oliver tosses the phone aside to enjoy his high. A few minutes go by and a phone rings again. Oliver pulls this phone out to see that "Bad Bitch #72" is calling. He smirks to himself and tosses that phone aside to get back to enjoying his high. "Did I just see you pull out two different phones? "Yeah." Steve laughs, "Who the fuck are you? Kevin Gates?" "Kevin Gates only has two phones." Steve laughs, but ends up pondering on the thought. His facial expression eventually goes from amused to horrified. "Wait, how many phones do you have?" "100 iPhones" "You're joking." Oliver begins to stack the phones on the table, all of which are lighting up and displaying increasing notifications and every ranking of bad bitches calling over and over. Steve clutches his heart. "How can you possibly afford one hundred phones? How the fuck do you afford one hundred iPhones? Do you know how many packs of ramen you can get with that money???" Again, another awkward silence. Oliver breaks it one final time. "College changed you."

Lonny X, High Fashion Lonny X looks earnestly at the members of his gang, all holding AK's and adjusting their goon masks in anticipation of the biggest heist of their lives. The gameplan is to sneak into the High F Luxury Apartments in hopes of looting the CEO of Big Wig Record's entire estate. Hopping out of the vehicle with determined intensity, they walk to the back entrance and load onto the freight elevator ascending to the the High F Luxury Apartments. This is it. This is THE heist. The elevator dings, indicating they have arrived which gets the gang to prepare by cocking their guns and getting in formation. The elevator opens. They step out, expecting security, but they are greeted by of age groupies. "More rappers!" Lonny X is confused as well as the rest of his comrades, but confusion and even the plan for the heist is swept aside by the intoduction of pleasing eye candy and an assortment of vices to indulge in. The women guide the group into the back room where they find the CEO of Big Wig records, surrounded by a cloud of smoke as he relaxes in a hot tub and enjoys the view of the city. "You must be the new signees." The group walks up, getting into the hot tub, not denying the CEO's assumptions. Cleary, he is under the influence. The CEO starts a speech about determination within the Hip-Hop community which touches the hearts of each member of the group. "Now, are you gentlemen ready to make moves?" Right in their faces was a pen and a contract. Lonny does not hesitate to grab the pen. As he's about to sign, the door bursts open, catching everyone off guard. It's the CEO's assistant. "Mr. CEO. Your 8 o' clock is here." Behind the assistant follows a group of men. This throws off the CEO. Everyone freezes, not sure what to do. The CEO looks Lonny who is about to sign the contract and snatches it away. "Who the hell are you guys???" Loony doesn't know what else to do, but the his crew catches the tenses and the original plan of robbing the CEO blind resumes. To Be Continued...