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The “Do Not Enter” tag isn’t a recommendation, it’s a warning. Chester Watson returns with the melancholy slink, bowing his head sullenly in the shadows. The hardest 17 year old rapper seething over paisley dust loops ready to collapse with the rest of the abandoned house. They don’t. This is another fragment from the darkness […]
The third Pharaoh being Chester Watson, spitting gilded hieroglyphics and raps for those with wrapped heads and without. Dismiss any owl who may claim to be in the lineage, but merely has intimate knowledge of what Yeezus did in a sarcophagus. Chester is closer to the lineage of Monch, the saturnine one who rocked scarabs […]
Jonah Bromwich has a 40 ounce with quinoa and hemp for breakfast Chester Watson’s got a new pay-what-you-like release on his bandcamp page called my girlfriend made me drop this, which had me imagining some stoned-out, space-alien-eating-R.-Kelly-and-wearing-his-skin-instrumentals. While that’s not quite the case here—these are rap beats proper—Chester has softened his sound a mite, from […]
Mexican wrestling masks, Afu-Ra hair, stray cats, and strong blunts comprise the short list of shots for “Act IV | Scene IV-V-VII,” the mini-movie from the agnostic Buddhist, Chester Watson. Ennui is rarely this unnerving. There are rare Japanese snacks and bodegas, villainy fit for a Dumile, and a monotone style fit for your favorite […]
Dirty and drugged loops that sound like something Capadonna would’ve milked a cow over. Bring forth Chester Watson, head full of scabs, frame full of high blood pressure, kicking these rotten samurai skeins. Higher than Hemp heads, rugged as Hempstead. This is just 96 seconds of severed arteries and bullion bars. He tweeted yesterday that […]
Twenty years beyond the triumph from the G-U-R-U, the wild one with the monotone style, comes the monotone Samurai. Chester Watson, the Tin Wooki, the 16-year old with St. Louis blood, a Georgia address, metal-faced ancestry, and worries piqued by witches curses, too much weed, and/or the struggles inherent in being a teen prodigy. Stress […]
Bumpin “Ridin’ Dirty” with the barrel clean, the baleful and bashful asshole, C. Watson aims to take aim on the latest leak from Tin Wooki. He doesn’t want you to make comparisons, but every artist doesn’t want anyone to make comparisons, because no one else is smoking their weed. Every pair of blackened lungs is […]
Son Raw summarized the appeal of Chester Watson’s music by linking it to those teen memories of summer nights discovering weed and wild sounds. The used CD bin is the Internet trough, but the ideas are still the same and the smoke is stronger — even out in the South. Unlike many of his peers, […]