Song Review-1 Minute by Gucci Mane
Being a Gucci Mane fan is what I imagine life is like as a NY Giants fan. You think the team might barely make the playoffs, they win the Superbowl. You think they can win the Superbowl, they don’t make the playoffs. Gucci goes on brilliant runs where he raps words around beats in a way that’s positively stymying genius…he’ll follow that up with 4 or 5 bad projects in a row. When he releases an album or a mixtape the quality is of no difference. His projects have titles but rarely back them up with flushed out foundations supporting them. He’ll beat you down with stuff that sounds tediously similar, unnecessary guest features, and conceptless songs.
This is still trap production; big, plodding and very 1017 Brick Squad but would you want it any other way? As monotonous as it is when done wrong, would you be ready for a Gucci album produced by Mark Ronson? Not me. The difference between bad Gucci and on fire Gucci is Gucci not the soundscape behind him. He’s been in the game long enough to have an entire murderer’s row of producers in his pocket. Songs like this and mixtapes like his newest Mr Clean, The Middle Man work so well when Gucci becomes Gary Oldman as Drexl in True Romance; a sneering, scary, unlikable dickface. At his best he’s a necessary antagonist and a genius at it. If you don’t believe me do the listening yourself and prepare for a new listening lifestyle.