January 24th, 2018
There was something different about the red-haired kid, bathed in white light, pouring out his soul at the Vogue last Wednesday night. In a genre saturated with a thousand Lil’ “everything’s” obsessed with money, drugs, and champagne on airplanes, Stockholm Sweden’s Yung Lean stood out with a set of songs that grew all over you, felt constantly propelled by the positivity in his body language and an electronic ambience that filled every inch of the place.
Lean’s music falls under strange subgenres, one’s like ‘Cloudrap’ and ‘Sad Rap’, and the ambiguity of his style feels spot on. Although, at times, Lean’s beats had the floor more trap-trampoline than concrete, the set had an overall mellowness at its center, the type of music you lean way back, close tired eyes and bob heads to.
Again, as the final few songs blurred in and out of each other, it was clear the crowd was witnessing something different. That feeling may have stemmed from the rebirth of a polluted genre injected with life again. May have been indefinable.
Anyways, whatever that something might have been, if you were there within the room that night, whatever the reason, you wouldn’t dare look away.The Vogue Theatre