Rick Ross and Spaceghostpurrp are both from the Carol City community in Miami. Both are steeped in Uncle Luke's 2 Live Crew carnival of raunch–Ross' women wear panties that look like shoestrings, and Spaceghostpurrp's strippahs have already lost theirs. But Ricky Rozay has employed the J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League producers to drape his “Playboy's Paradise” in the kind of sonic opulence that befits the corpulent rapper: There's no shame (in fact, almost a wink) in the video for “Mafia Music,” in which a shirtless, Jabba the Hut-referencing Ross reclines on a sofa with a still-life feast in front of him.
Spaceghostpurrp might not have that kind of money, but never mind–the excess would hang on his songs' frameworks as loosely as one of Ross' silk shirts would on the 19-year-old rapper/producer.
Spaceghostpurrp's production is stacticky, sparse, and ominous; if it's played in strip clubs, they're the kind that mean business. Take “Fuuccck Taylor,” whose bottom-heavy bass rides out on squealing, rusty bedsprings:
Things get less predictable with “I Been Fweago”: A gong chimes, interspersed with a drunken jack-in-the-box trilling, “whoopee!” and a cartoon goofily querying “hell-ooo?” Maybe a car engine turns over somewhere, or a siren starts to wail under plopped drops of sound while Spaceghostpurrp blurs a set of problems that begin, “Can't get a job” and end with “No, I ain't a hater but fuck Taylor Gang.”
It's not over, though. The song morphs, slithering into chopped-n-screwed territory, Houston's DJ Screw's early '90s response to Miami's fast body-shaking bass:
Continuing “Spaceghostpurrp on lean” is NASA mixtape's “Foe Tha Love of Muney Jordan,” during which car doors slam outside an amusement park's tinkling merry-go-round and arcade's video game explosions:
Actually, Spaceghostpurrp has an entire mixtape dedicated to DJ Screw, Purrp and Chopped. It can be, like any chopped-n-screwed record, difficult to get through unless you happen to be under the influence of purple drank itself. But the album showcases many of Spaceghost's influences, a heady mix that pulls heavily from old Triple Six Mafia (the formation of which Spaceghost's birth only predates by a year) as well as Odd Future (even if his Twitter name is “Fuck New Rap”).
His whole catalog, however, is bound together by the influence of his favorite cartoon, Space Ghost Coast to Coast. The creator, Mike Lazzo, intermingled stock, original, and completely unrelated material to make a talk show whose phantasmagoric vibe is the easiest way to describe Spaceghostpurrp.
What happens next–our source, who always knows who's It before anyone else, says he played Spaceghost for Odd Future last night and they went wild–is up to the “right place, right time,” i.e., that intangible air cliches breathe. But for now, this, the decidedly un-“Maybach Music,” is our anthem.