This is the seventh studio LP of Florida Royal Commander Emcee Darby O’Trill’s Key Largo. They are close collaborators of Chapter 17/Psychiatric Records in-house producer Devereaux, whose debut has subtly won praise during the Covid-19 pandemic. Amputation is a solid prelude to the grave, and the latter is even better. Darby’s official C17 Virgin Creek (C17) has been his best since last fall, taking us to Wil (Low), from the legendary party or Juggalos’ 25th annual party, bringing us to Wil (Low), and of course the 2-day war of Juggalo Championship (JCW) and Game Chame Changer Wrestling Wrestling (GCW).
“Strange my boss with my wallet chain”, a creepy trap opener made for Devereaux, talking about death living in his mind, and “I saw the magician pull the rabbit out of his ass,” bent his sleeves evilly. “Bite my tongue because there is nothing to eat” talks about as a clown, not the man behind the mask, and “the smell of a 3-day-old corpse rotted in the flawda loft”, professed to be the emperor of the bug.
Shaggytheairhead hops behind the boards for the uncanny “barglegore gurglebach & the curious case of the vomiting shoes” talking about death fulfilling him & following “if i wuz more like u i’d b better off dead” pulling from Mobb to talk about performing an autopsy on a live subject “the time i found bums having sex in a construction site porta potty” after the “you got anything else?” Skit is in a prosperous atmosphere and finds himself unsure where he is going.
“da falagulation ov mane” claims he will never be the type someone else wants him, and “I have a lot of tattoos, most of them are mean, but she doesn’t seem to mind”, back to the trap metal/horror blending into the trap on the garden. After the “Nu Message”, “Nates’ 17-pound Crabdick hallucinated me on Nate”, which kept my guitar and high hat heavy to talk about a woman bothering him.
We make Darby feel like the reaper’s closure on the trap metal, “Was that cat standing on my chest or my sleep paralyzed demon?” admits that he never found his way home, and “paralyzed by tomorrow’s thoughts”, blending traps and rock together, bad talk. “I ordered the falafel package and had my hands cut off on rye.” Until the “Jerry Jerrys” skit, the Cansibalism theme was addressed on Hi Hats and Nu Metal Riff.
“Drowning in the power sand pool” featuring Ouija Macc, although they tend to be drastic, “some people tell my girlfriend to abandon me because my fat man is my fat man” and it’s not done well. “The Vanilla Flavor of Killer” points out why he’s been feeling hated, “Now the album I’m talking about no one cares about” ends when he talks about people not wanting him because he lets him down.
Once you have walked along the creek through the garden and into the swamp among the vines of the lost souls gathered, Will (low) is beyond both, the darkest and most personal work Darby O’Trill has ever done. Continuing to embrace with a prominent trap metal sound, he brings us almost entirely into the loneliness of lost and irritable lingering shoes, seeking solace on the earth and thinking they are one.
Score: 9/10
