I'm somewhere in Alaska / I'm iced out, get ghost, now I look like Casper (Best of Young Slo-Be)
Young Slo-Be - âReal Luvâ (July 2019) Young Slo-Be - âPlay Meâ ( July 2019) Young Slo-Be & Bris - â21:42â (September 2019) Young Slo-Be - âTrifeâ (October 2019) Young Slo-Be - âG-Wayâ (July 2020) Young Slo-Be ft Bris, EBK Young Joc & EBK Juvie Ju - âThis Ainât Nun Newâ (July 2020) Young Slo-Be - â1AM in Stocktonâ (August 2020) Mac J ft EBK Young Joc & Young Slo-Be - âMinswellâ (November 2020) Young Slo-Be - âNGHâ (March 2021) Young Slo-Be - âShay Shayâ (April 2021) Young Slo-Be - 'Southeast Demons' (June 2021) Young Slo-Be - âStay On Pointâ (October 2021) Young Slo-Be - âNikeâ (January 2022) Young Slo-Be - âBlack Heart Dead Roseâ (March 2022) Young Slo-Be - âRickyâ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be ft DaBoii - âOuweeâ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - âPonyâ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - âHoodStarâ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - âBlast Itâ (June 2022) Tr3yway6k, Young Slo-Be, EBK Young Joc & YoungThreat - âSouth Central 2 South Eastâ (July 2022)
Stockton's Young Slo-Be should have lived long enough to be a star. He already rapped like one before he was murdered, aged just 29, in August last year.
Instead, we get the life half-lived, the music cut off somewhere on its ascent, the peak hidden just beyond the next bend. Against a life, it's scant consolation.
Yet what music it was. At its best: raw and magnetic and mesmerising in a way that so much music fails to be. More should be written about it. Slo-Be's last album alone had moments where his powers as a rapper reached new heights. 'Hoodstar' plays out like a whirlpool- an artist circling around a ruin that he knew could be his own and rapping like it. Then there's 'Blast It'- somehow more still and yet even more desperate. Its title lyric sounds like a resignation to constant peril. In the verses, the betrayals by close friends and the loss of others, even family scars, linger and smart. It's a departure, in other words, from the nihilism of 'Minswell'- a track as wonderfully detached as the slurred read of its hook.
But the range was always there. 'Real Luv'- one of the first Slo-Be tracks I heard- was an early indicator of his ability to find the pockets in a pitched-up sample, and make something genuinely catchy in the process. Yet tonally it was a million miles away from Slo-Be's other tracks. 'Trife', also from 2019, was an early sketch of his environment's relentless cycles, '...still in the hood, still buying pounds, still buying these pounds...'. Slo-Be sounded almost regretful about being all in. It didn't detract from the venom of his delivery- the production on 'Nike' is as precarious as footsteps on a highwire but Slo-Be seems to have had that talent of rapping softly and fearlessly so that he never falls off it, and in the process ratchets up the tension to unbearable levels. Later in the catalogue, the words tumble out to completely different effect on 'Black Heart Dead Rose', where his lyrics seem filled with genuine frustration and bitterness.
His voice, in all of these tracks, compels you to listen. It was a voice that had so much more to say.

















