Houston meme machine Riff Raff is a free-associative goof-ball who raps in a put-on deep-Southern drawl – call it swagger or minstrelsy, your choice. The lyrics on his latest album are nonsense masquerading as new-age ("I can throw a BB through a Frosted Cheerio") or dumb masquerading as self-aware ("You should practice martial arts/The way you karate-chop my heart"). There are punk, country and EDM experiments that sound like Nineties novelty act the Bloodhound Gang without the jokes. Proof positive that even Vanilla Ice could make it today if he surfed the uncanny valley between "prank" and "exploitation."
From The Archives Issue 1214: July 31, 2014