Pusha T Daytona

IF you’ve read the news (pop culture counts as news, right? Better than not reading, I guess) you must have read all about the beef between Pusha T and Drake, now threatening to bubble over and send the entire rap and hip-hop scene into all-out war.

Nothing matters more to the scene and its inhabitants than conversations about race, and as unfortunate as it is, this album speaks about the uncomfortable issue. This is a diss album that leaves nothing to the imagination, seven tracks that feel like rounds in a revolver, fired out of anger.

The collision between the generations in music will fly over many heads, with Pusha T representing something like a throwback in what is undoubtedly a totally different music scene than it was before. Over two decades in the world of hip-hop and Pusha has seen just about everything, but he still spits fire. Everything about this album is dark, from the Kanye beats to the gritty visuals and of course, the lyrics. About which, the less said the better, you should find out yourself.

While Drake is busy posting on social media and arguing with basketball players courtside, Pusha T goes all out on his music, which is what a musician should do, right? The diss can feel a little overboard and petty (Infrared) but not being from that part of the world, perhaps it is lost in cultural translation.