Underground hip-hop veterans, Dillon and Batsauce have been making unorthodox rap music collectively for almost 20 years with a easy formulation: Batsauce makes the beats, Dillon writes the songs, and no matter occurs, occurs. After carving out their very own lane with a catalog of EPs and LPs over the previous 20 years, the duo has lastly slowed down sufficient to ask themselves, “what have we performed”?
Is the title of their newest effort rhetorical or meant to be an precise query? In that case, Dillon and Batsauce in all probability don’t wish to know the reply. They in all probability don’t need you, the listener to suppose an excessive amount of about it both. As a substitute, What Have We Finished is an invite to expertise the trials and tribulations, the small wins and the massive losses of being getting old impartial artists in an more and more cut-throat world for music makers.
However Dillon & Batsauce aren’t the one ones on this joyride, we additionally hear from a well-curated crew of characters they’ve befriended alongside the way in which, from bonafide legends like Grand Puba and Kool Keith to modern-day rap heroes, Quelle Chris & Reef the Misplaced Cauze. The tip consequence is a group of songs that runs the gamut from private to aspirational to … delusional. Whether or not it’s “an excessive amount of’”or “not sufficient,” the reply to the query, “what have we performed?” stays open to interpretation. Maybe it’s not a query in any respect, however merely the naturally visceral response when profession creators look again at a life lived on the sting.
What Have We Finished is due out July 12 through Full Plate. Along with hitting DSPs, the album can be out there on vinyl, CD, and cassette, with varied merch out there together with T-shirts and collectable keychains. Within the meantime, head over your most popular streaming platform to help the Grand Puba assisted single, “Cannonball, “ a funk-infused banger the place Dillon and the legendary emcee commerce verses and intelligent wordplay about relationships, wack rappers, and all the things in between over Batsauce’s infectious manufacturing.