Solemn Brigham unloads slick flows over a chunky and soulful soundscape on “Vantablack.” The North Carolina rhyme slinger ponders the societal neglect of disenfranchised communities as he weaves the lines, “They say every hood is the same. Same traps, few ways out. Coming up I saw many of these places. Seemingly ignored, I often wondered how such environments could exist for so long. It’s almost as if they can’t see us. As if those areas on the map are blacked out by the darkest substance known. All you would see is Vantablack.” Check the potent prose on this Scud One banger off the upcoming release, “South Sinner Street.”
