DVTV Arrives & We’re All Better For It. [Album Of The Week]

DVTV is a triumph, I’m writing a note here, huge success. DVS, one of the few authentic, real people I graduated HS with, and this isn’t even his final form. VICE, Complex, Stereogum & plenty of other spots have given DVS love, and I’ve gotta jump on the big love fest because this is legit. It’s got talent, execution, production, excellent guest spots & collabs, the whole 9 yards, the whole enchilada, the full monte and other outdated phrases the kids don’t use anymore. This album is one of the few I’ve actually listened to more than once in 2015, and I’m pretty confident I’ll be bumping this until I’m long in the tooth. While it’s all incredible, and yes, you should both listen to it and give DVS many dollars, here are my favorites off the album.  Money Train gets a million points for using Subway announcements as refrains. DVS has the tightest flow you’ve heard in a minute and Money Train is just a warm up. Anyone that can use the closing door sound & take the piss out of the more gangsta end of local hip hop without breaking a sweat, gets respect. Do It To Death is a stupendous solo work that reminds me that DVS is everything Rehab could never be, in addition to being better solo than most crews I’ve been stuck watching in bars across the city. The tight production & continually inventive flow do not disappoint.  This will get replayed over and over. Rhymes + the Darkwing Duck theme needs to get leaked to someone at Buzzfeed with the quickness so this can get blasted in their offices over and over until they make a video about how ridiculous it is.  Just What Happens is a high water mark for the Album & for DVS. Just What Happens needs to be on your Kendrick Lamar playlist. It needs to be on your Wu playlist. It needs to be on your playlists, is what I’m saying. More real than you’re probably aware of, and there’s a pile of references I know I’m missing. The crucial, vintage & excellent sample ensured this is an instant classic. The words are amazing, but 2min in to the end is lyrical mad genius that needs as wide of an audience as possible. DVTV lives up to expectations as a single, and almost a victory lap for DVS. I’m at the combination loosey spot & crack hotel is damn near close to perfection for anyone who grew up in the city before & during the Giulianification of the city.

The other singles on this album have already been covered by VICE & plenty of other blogs way more important than mine, so I wanted to mention some of the new pieces and ones I’ve not…already yelled at you about. The whole thing is on a playlist below, so jam on that as needed, but definitely buy this album. Also, tell your friends.

DVS Is Back. Rejoice & Be Glad.

Thankfully, DVS blessed Noisey & the wider intertrons with another track, one starting with what is now my favorite sample usage of all time. Can we get a compilation of tracks just with Who Framed Roger Rabbit quotes? I feel like Toon Town + DVS & his peeps like Lakutis, Big Baby Gandhi & Kool A.D. would officially win the rap game forever. Until then, check the positively irrepressible flow of DVS and hit up his royally hilarious Twitter. Trust. The dude can beat you with words both in rhyming and in under 144 characters. Recognize.

DVS Has A Mixtape Out. Our World Just Got Significantly Better.

Moonsault opens the ridiculously fantastic joint with two of my favorite things. Classic wrestling and sick flow. This solo track really gets at why I’ve been tracking this kid ever since he was cooler than me in High School (Real Talk). To be clear, DVS has a larger vocabulary than you, and also rhymes faster than you. No seriously. I don’t know you, but he does.  Editgod has DVS bringing up the rear, getting support from Bill Ding & Laku. The murky deliciousness is proper “will scare the suburbs” hip hop.

Death Adders is an orgy of talent and hardness. DVS again shining brightly 60% into the tune. The bass addition at 4:24 is a STUPID GOOD choice. I cannot overstate how much I enjoyed that drop. Big Baby Gandhi both takes the award for best MC name and if they’re responsible for the beats, best usage of chip under legit rhymes I’ve ever heard.  56k uses the soundtrack to millennial social networking to allow a giant posse of heads to push lyrics out one after the other.

Rap Genius has the greatest description of any track I’ve ever heard when his Mixtape dropped on Noisey (yea that’s right, he’s on that VICE too). I’ll just put it here and move on to the next track:

I had just got a G-Pen the day this got done. I was all “prolly I should hit it like 500 times to make sure it works.” I spent most of the rest of the day blinking. But then this song happened also? Not extra sure how. But so, that’s a full day I feel like.

Oh My God with Majesty is a master class on modern rap. All y’all wanna be MC’s, take notes. Literally. Listen to this every day and write things that strike you about the track. Multiple times, while sober and otherwise. DVS & Majesty pick excellent tracks and DVS gets infinite props for rhyming Twilight. This is a banger if ever I’ve heard one. Black Swann comes out of nowhere with some aggressive beats, as Lakutis comes out swinging. This is definitely up there with Editgod on “oh snap, they might rob me” end of rap. This is something we don’t really hear much anymore, so props.

No Stoppin Us Now has some excellent production behind it. I love hip hop beats with vintage & classical chords while talented people make it happen. Glad to see DVS moving into the realm of production, can’t wait to see what comes next. True Blood brings back BBG & Lakutis for a shimmering cipher that I’m going to have to listen to about a dozen times to even make sure I heard everything right. Much Imagery, many words, wow.

Swann Gangg continues to showcase the good work Lakutis & DVS can do even without a Legion of Doom. Man, I totally forgot that Clarissa’s dad was an architect. “Fuck your favorite anything” is a profound verse, just saying. Daytona 900 rounds out the mixtape with every cool person you probably should’ve heard of by now. A 9 minute hip hop track is not to be fucked with. Put it into your face and smile, knowing that you’ve ingested some quality music from the streets. Yes, actual streets.