
A masterclass in West Coast jazz-rap, blending a hypnotic Billy Cobham sample with intricate four-man lyrical weaves about the bittersweet passage of time.
1993 · Mr Bongo
93 til Infinity is the sonic equivalent of a Polaroid slowly developing in the afternoon sun. While their West Coast contemporaries were leaning into the aggressive, synth-heavy funk of G-Funk, Souls of Mischief looked toward the ethereal textures of jazz to document their transition from adolescence to adulthood. The result is an album that feels suspended in time, capturing a specific Oakland summer that somehow feels universal. It is music for the quiet moments between the chaos, defined by a sense of brotherhood and the looming realization that youth is fleeting.
How does 93 ’til Infinity sound next to the rest of Souls of Mischief's catalogue?
Golden Hour saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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