At his most accessible, there’s an endearing simplicity, an innocent sentimentality, to S’morez’s work, rapping about crushes, breakups, loneliness, anxiety, and yearning. And he does an impressive job of conveying that dull point when a gnawing sadness becomes commonplace and unremarkable: the numb repetitiveness, the frivolous going-round-in-circles, the obsessive fantasizing, the malaise, his delivery all languid and dysfunctional. It could just as easily be boredom or restlessness masquerading as melancholy: when you need a change of scenery (cut to shot of empty parking lot, leafy cul-de-sac, park bench, tidy tree-lined street) except everywhere looks the same: there’s no escape when you’re stuck in one place with your thoughts stuck on repeat: “Dream about me in my dreams / Dream about me when I dream / Dream about me in my dreams / Dream about me when I dream.”
Meet The Internet’s Strangest Rap Enigma by Tom Regel
