It’s safe to say most kids love peanut butter and jelly. I did not. Globby, purple and red preserves never appealed to me, which is why—in one of those inspired parenthood moves—mom always added honey to transform my simple bread and spread sandwiches into a “PB&H.” I still make them when I’m feeling homesick.
For me, Clams Casino and DOOM go together like peanut butter and honey. I’ve been enamored with the molasses @ClammyClams aesthetic since Lil B’s “Motivation” rang out of my tinny Macbook speakers what feels like forever ago, but was actually just 2011.
Clams’ production sounds something like heavy smoke slow-dancing on a secluded body of water. It’s foggy, thick, almost incantational. His warped echoes and melting bass hardly mirror the pastiche, crate-digging production of DOOM-collaborator Madlib or even DOOM himself, but this pairing succeeds specifically because of it.
With Clams at the helm, DOOM’s dulcet baritone fades into the beat like a fresco, laying down fertile ground for the cult MC’s blood-rusted-knife of a lyrical mind:
How you know octagon?
Or much less tetragrammaton?
To get the good stuff
You need to get out to the Amazon
With any luck, you might
Could score locally
Shhh, keep it on the hush
When you’re speaking on it vocally
Then you got to be on the in
A known member
I think I still own a little something
Since November, whatever
For anyone not familiar with DOOM, that pursuit of knowledge is better left for forums like Wikipedia and BitTorrent. I will say he’s been more hit-and-miss than legendary as of late. Maybe CLAMSVILLAINY is the answer to jump-starting DOOM’s stoned, sarcophagus’d creativity. Maybe I’ll listen to it when I’m feeling homesick…
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