Kilo Kish Lowers Hip-Hop’s Blood Pressure
By Beverly Bryan
April 25, 2012
Kilo Kish promises to be the blessed antidote to everyone and everything that tries too hard. That basically means she is the cure for nearly everything happening on earth at this moment — and especially everything happening in New York, where the 21 year-old Odd Future affiliated lady who claims she can’t rap resides.
She might really be saving the world from sweaty palmed hip-hop, but she doesn’t want you to make a big deal out of it, okay? Her HomeSchool EP, produced by The Internet and others, starts with about 20 seconds of getting studio mics and headphones ready for a nice casual sesh. It makes the point: We’re just going to do some songs here. Music is fun, remember?
Rarely raised above a pleasant library tone, her voice is like cool fingertips to a forehead fevered by self-consciously clever raps and overwrought beats. You barely notice that she’s rhyming, but you can tell she’s having a good time. Flow-wise she could be compared to Azealia Banks, but Banks’s linguistic and social ambitions aren’t a part of this scene. Maybe it’s because this is something Florida-born Kish (pronounced quiche) Robinson does when she takes a break from studying art.
But don’t take this to mean her material is weak. It just so happens that what comes out when Kilo messes around is better than what a lot of official rappers come up with when they do their best. That’s why she’s collaborating with Childish Gambino and Frank Ocean. And why we’re psyched for Sick, Sad, World, the Internet produced and released album she’s got coming out this year.
Really. Have you ever heard anything this calm sound this cool?
What money can buy.
A bed but not sleep .
A computer but not a brain .
Food but not appetite .
Finery but not beauty .
A house but not a home.
Medicine but not health .
Luxeries but not culture .
Amusements but not happiness.
Acquintance but not friends .
Obedience but not faithfulness .
Sex but not love .