JAYCEEOH & B-SIDES - WRONG WAY (FT LADY LESHURR)

2/16/18

I initially wanted to start this Best New Music post off by saying that this was hardly a Jayceeoh & B-Sides tune, at all. But rather that the two producers served up a minimal beat to highlight the super-speed playful hip-hop flow of Lady Leshurr (which is amazing and undeniable and a voice than I want both you and I to pay the utmost attention to). But after giving the song more than a minute of listen and actually making it beyond the first verse and chorus this son-of-a-bitch drops straight off the edge of a cliff into the biggest monster dubtrap-stepbass behemoth this side of Planet Party (like a planet where they party all the time, I’m not referencing anything specific or anything). So I am forced to take back my earlier claim. Rather, I must change it to something more like: “This song is two songs at once: a vocal highlight reel for an amazing emerging rapper talent, and a badass banger from a couple of in-their-prime dubstep legends.” That better?

 

JAYCEEOH - WRONG WAY FT. LADY LESHURR

“Wrong Way” is like one of those rollercoaster rides where you’ve been lulled into a false sense of security and forgot completely that there even was the world’s biggest free-fall right around the corner. And then it happens…
                      
                   Dub               
                .---.  b           EP!!!!!!
               /.--./\  b        T
              // || \/\  b      S
             //|/|| |\/\   bb b    |\o/ o/--
            ///|\|| | \/\ .       ~o \.'\.o'
           //|\|/|| | |\/\ .      /.` \o'
          //\|/|\|| | | \/\ ( (  . \o'
  __ __ _//|/|\|/|| | | |\/`--' '
 __/__/__//|\|/|\|| | | | `--'
 |\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/|| | | | |

It drops.

And that drop hits so hard it hurts all over from smiling and laughing and sheer head-banging velocity. And after you get off you’re woozy and not sure if you had the best time of your life or are gonna be sick. All you do know is that you wanna ride this one again. If this doesn’t slam stages harder than Hulk Hogan at Summer Slam than consider me banger (and wrestling) illiterate. Okay, let’s rage.

From deep within the murky depths of the Los Angeles River emerged a creature: 50% raver, 50% comedian, 10% Robotcop. Kurt Kroeber doesn’t own a dog, operates Soundbleed (the world’s only dance party comedy talk show rave), and is down to party with you. Come up some time and say “Hey dude!” But definitely make sure to casually drop the secret Illuminati password.