Action Bronson’s wordplay exhibits a sheer joy and stone-cold brilliance rarely heard in rap history, rarer still in today’s dumbed-down climate. (Please, more songs about throwing money at strippers!) It takes a sage to spit something as evocative as “Strictly coppin’ golds/ Until we laid in the Galapagos/ Eatin’ tacos, higher than an opera note.”
The bulbous Albanian-American chef-turned-rapper elicits accurate Ghostface comparisons, but the Queens native’s personal expertise shines through in a line like, “Bone marrow roasted/ Spread it on the rosemary bread/ Lightly toasted/ Drizzle with the vinaigrette” — sandwiched between references to money and blunts, lest you get the impression he leaves his indulgent streak in the kitchen. The man goes hard in that Venn diagram overlap between Rick Ross and Tom Colicchio.
“Blue Chips,” the mixtape Bronson released this year with producer Party Supplies, is a free-associative buffet of hardscrabble city scenes and fine dining. His visit to Skully’s is not to be missed.