Here is the seventh studio LP from Key Largo, Floridian emcee Darby O’Trill. An in depth collaborator of Chapter 17/Psychopathic Records in-house producer Devereaux, their debut collectively Piecemeal obtained essential acclaim through the COVID-19 pandemic & signed Lyrikal Snuff Productionz & fulfilled it over 3 years in the past with Gully, which is a modern-day depraved shit basic. Amputate was a stable prelude to The Tomb, the latter was even higher. Darby’s official C17 debut Creek grew to become his greatest since Gully as did GARDeN final fall, taking us to the WIL(low) solely a pair weeks out from the Gathering of Legends or the 25th annual Gathering of the Juggalos & after all The 2 Day War between Juggalo Championship Wrestling (JCW) & Game Changer Wrestling (GCW).

“strangling my boss with my wallet chain” made for an eerie lure opener produced by none apart from Devereaux speaking about demise residing in his thoughts whereas “i saw the magician pull that rabbit out of his ass” wickedly flexes the methods he has up his sleeve. “biting my tongue because there is nothing left to eat” talks about quite being the clown than the person behind the masks whereas “the scent of a 3 day old corpse rotting in a flawda attic” professes himself as Emperor of Bugs.

Shaggytheairhead hops behind the boards for the uncanny “barglegore gurglebach & the curious case of the vomiting shoes” speaking about demise fulfilling him & following “if i wuz more like u i’d b better off dead” pulling from Mobb to speak about performing an post-mortem on a reside topic  “the time i found bums having sex in a construction site porta potty” after the “you got anything else?” skit goes for a growth bap vibe discovering himself not sure of the place he’s going.

“da faladgulations ov mane” professes that he received’t ever change into the kind of particular person others need him to be whereas “i have alot of tattoos & most of them are shitty but she doesn’t seem to mind” harks again to the lure steel/horrorcore fusions on GARDeN speaking about necrophilia. “17 pounds of crabdick at nates got me hallucinating, thanks parker” after the “1 nu message” skit retains the heavy guitars & hi-hats within the fold to speak a couple of girl haunting him.

We have Darby feeling just like the reaper’s shut on the lure steel “is that a cat standing on my chest or my sleep paralysis demon?” admitting he by no means discovered his manner dwelling whereas “crippled by the thought of tomorrow” fuses lure & rock to speak about not being okay. “i ordered a falafel wrap and was served a severed hand on rye” tackles the theme of cannibalism over hi-hats & a nu steel riff that’s till the “jerky jerrys” skit.

“drowned in a pool of kinetic sand” that includes Ouija Macc talks about not missing intelligence regardless of their violent tendencies whereas “some guy told my girlfriend to dump me because im fat” opens up concerning not doing too nicely. “the vanilla scented mask of the killer” factors out the explanation he’s been getting hate & “now thats what i call an album no one is gonna care about” ends by speaking about folks not wanting him round due to him letting them down.

Once you’ve already gone down the Creek & previous the GARDeN into the marsh amongst the vines the place the misplaced souls collect, WIL(low) outdoes each it’s predecessors in changing into the darkest & most private piece of labor Darby O’Trill has ever made. Continuing to embrace the lure steel sound prominently, he near-perfectly takes us within the footwear of the misplaced & distraught wandering this earth looking for solace & pondering they’re alone. 

Score: 9/10