fakemink is the correspondent of the British rap underground. Like Florence Sinclair and John Glacier, the 19-year-old rapper draws from the same playbook as Dean Blunt, glamorizing Britain's backwash and turning tourist shops into luxury couture. Like Blunt, he isolates himself. His crazy music is basically shy but rich with his fantasies someone who spends a lot of time alone. Like the kid who doesn't talk in class all year and then reveals himself to be a genius during the oral midterm, fakemink approaches music with a cool nonchalance.
'Givenchy', which brings him closer to his 80th release of the year, is a futuristic melancholy and lonely romance. It's one of the most tasteful experimental tracks the UK rap scene has produced this side of the summer. Produced by regular collaborators Cranes, the opening track's church bells sound muffled and doomed, but then a sweet and stuttering cut sample lightens the mood. There's a coldness and austerity to the flow of fakemink, as well as just a hint of romance. “Givenchy, kiss her like Givenchy,” he sighs. Its essential tone was rosy pink, it hits and ping-pongs all over the track, never letting you know where it's going to land.
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