It’s been a year since Royersford’s Savan DePaul caught our ear in the Items Tagged Philadelphia project with the otherworldly EP Sketchpad, and his work has only become more refined since then. Over the winter, he re-emerged with the genre-fusing Musings from a Jovian Moon, and late last month, DePaul dropped his latest project, .cranium.scatter., Vol. 2, a heady serving of impressionistic, FlyLo-styled beat tapestries with surrealistic, pitch-shifted lyrics in the vein of Dr. Octagon. DePaul calls .cranium.scatter. an “odyssey of lofi hip hop and abstract consciousness,” and that description sounds about right to us.
At just 19 years old, Savan DePaul is shaking up the rap game with his unorthodox style and psychedelic hip-hop beats. The Key’s first look at the multi-talented musician was last year when he released his first album Sketchpad. The six tracks showcased DePaul’s unreal skills behind the boards as well as his abstract, abnormal flow. His new album Musings From A Jovian Moon focuses more on Savan’s lyrical skills while still staying true to his intergalactic, complex, and unusual musical vibes. Continue reading →
Here at The Key, we spend a lot of time each week digging through every new release from Philadelphia that shows up on Bandcamp. At the end of each week, we present you with the most interesting, most unusual and overall best of the bunch: this is Items Tagged Philadelphia.
It’s been two weeks since Charlottesville, and writing about music still feels kind of frivolous.
I mean, yes, music is what we do here at The Key. But when we’re living in a country where a sniveling torch-bearing Nazi mob gangs up on a southern college town that wants to remove monuments celebrating confederate Civil War leaders — not a terrible idea in 20-freaking-17, honestly — and when you’ve got some of that mob veering into acts of terrorism, shooting guns and driving cars into crowds of counterprotesters…I mean, being all “yeah, but you should totally listen to this band” seems insensitive and irrelevant at best.
I was at Union Transfer when the news broke two Fridays ago, watching The Districts wrap up their celebratory album release gig for Popular Manipulations. I pulled out my phone and opened Twitter to post a picture of the stage-diving frenzy. Instead, I found myself frozen, met with a stream of horrifying photographs from the white supremacist march. I looked back up — an obliterated fan just crowd surfed onstage and sloppily attempted to sing into Robby Grote’s mic, then stumbled to the side and cracked open a beer. Did nobody know what was going on just a few hours south? What would they feel if they did? Continue reading →