Madison’s SiNiK declares a mental health day — no phone, no doom scroll, no dishes, no IG, no jet skis, no canoodling — and he means it. For about two minutes. Then the beat drops back in and the whole thing pivots: ACAB, Fuck ICE, back to business. Because you can want a day off and still know the fascists don’t take one. Equal parts exhausted slacker anthem and reluctant protest banger, with a list of abstentions so long it becomes its own act of resistance.more

Over two and a half minutes of punk-hop precision, he catalogs the full American moment — ICE raids, performative patriotism, politicians who can’t stop killing people while claiming to save them, and a ruling class of hypocrites cucking hard for a regime of their own making. The hook is the thesis: somebody pass the RAID. Unflinching but almost funny, because at this point what else are you gonna do. Out October 16.more

A lyrical opus...qual parts self-portrait and origin story, Casting Out Demons traces the wreckage back to the source — acid, genetics, money stress, loneliness, too much weed, not enough of everything else — and somehow lands on defiant. This is hip-hop as exorcism: viscous flows, literary references, Wonka villain energy, and the kind of internal logic that only makes sense when it’s 3am and you’re being completely honest with yourself. Bob Ross crossed with Robert Frost. A dapper Dan with rapper fans. A man who pukes bars instead of spitting them and dares you to keep up.more