Dirrtee Rascal, Mykki Blanco.

Dirrtee Rascal, Mykki Blanco.

“Whassup Papa Dana? It’s top mama, it’s Blanco! It’s hot and bothered – no drama, straight to yo door – no trauma.”

The newly crowned queen of queer rap Mykki Blanco returns with Feeling Special – a clammy first taste from his her forthcoming Betty Rubble: The Initiation EP, expected that little bit later on in the year. Produced by San Fran deep house aficionado matrixxman, it’s another acerbic hunk of urban paranoia and urbane lyrical articulation: “Follow… Follow… Follow… Follow me down that rabbit hole” Blanco implores, just as we did when she spun into town last month to up the glitz ante of the supposed glitterati hangout that is Dalston by at least a few threadbare sequins. Another faintly special earworm unleashed upon us by the Harlem performance artist, she saves her most spectacular for last as she spits come its close: “I’mma David Blaine, bitches.” And she’s gone again.

Mykki Blanco plays this summer’s Sónar back in Barcelona.

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