The project also highlights his sharp ear for thudding, magical-sounding beats. Scan through his catalog from the start, the producer credits feel like a history lesson in underground rap of the last decade; from Chicago drill discovery DJ Kenn to Gothboiclique’s Horse Head to Lil Peep go-to Nedarb to NYC’s Surf Gang to Working on Dying’s F1lthy. Either that will blow your mind or make you immediately go, Oh yeah, that shit is not for me.
But that’s the point. Music that isn’t for everybody and that doesn’t want to be for everybody, music that operates as if everything outside of its bubble doesn’t matter, is cool. That’s who Black Kray and Goth Money have been for 10 years, and I can’t see that changing anytime soon. I thought about it as Black Kray did a few Milwaukee dances onstage, and I looked around at the mesmerized crowd (except for two kids doing Tech Deck tricks on the bar). Without even speaking to them, I knew that they were also going through their own personal history and memories with the music of a certified, underground giant.
Milwaukee’s SteveDaStoner Will Perform Absolutely Anywhere
At a Walmart, a Walgreens, a Ross Dress for Less. Inside of hot restaurants, in front of national landmarks (yes, Rick Ross’ mansion is a national landmark), on top of a horse at a ranch. These are just a few of the locations where Milwaukee rapper SteveDaStoner—famed for the pindrop dance he hit in the music video for 2018’s “2 Busy”—has taken his free concert series; pop-up performances to push his new single “RWS (Really Wack Shit),” a high-voltage Milwaukee slap record. The barely-a-minute videos are hilarious every time they appear on my TikTok or Instagram feeds and have done their job of making me memorize the banger opening bars: “Really wack shit/Two glocks make ’em do a backflip.”
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Every video begins the same way: Steve storming into an establishment that clearly wasn’t expecting him, with a mic and massive Bluetooth speaker strapped to his body like a handbag. In his tracksuits and Jimmy Jazz–core outfits, he’s always deadly serious, rarely cracking a smile, as workers and shoppers sometimes stare in confusion, sometimes open their phones to record (or maybe call the cops), and sometimes dance along. Eric Andre Show heads may appreciate the public awkwardness.