On a recent Friday night, I went to the Bushwick club The End for what the producer umru’s Capacity party series was calling a “Spring Talent Show.” At the event, DJs played demented edits, an electronic act whipped out a guitar, and, like a manic camp counselor, a rapper rallied everyone to sing along to their music. The most peculiar performer was the opener cutspace, whose jarring ambient soundscapes bewildered the crowd. Projections of symbols and hands flickered on the ceiling as twitchy snares and gurgling bass filled the room. At one point, cutspace projected a live FaceTime of his friend, a mysterious figure who calls themselves the “Illiterate Scribe,” doing esoteric line art on a scroll of paper. The twenty-somethings in the audience didn’t know what to do at first, fidgeting and murmuring to their friends, but by the end, everyone was silent and still, focused intently on the Scribe’s movements and the music.
cutspace is a leading figure in a new wave of producer-driven ambient rap that’s midway between idyllic electronica and freaky glitch-hop. Imagine rap you’d find playing at a gallery exhibition, or stuff you’d listen to while writing a PhD thesis on internet music semiotics. It’s the inverse of today’s hip-hop landscape, which is flooded with ferocious bass and baleful vocals. Quiet, sparse, and intricate, this kind of music lives far from the mosh pit chaos that dominates viral online media. Instead, it’s tucked away in the back channels of SoundCloud and hidden behind account names designed to be almost impossible to type. The shitpost pages and independent interview channels that control the underground often prioritize the wildest beefs and most explosive personas; aggro rap is a fitting soundtrack for a world in constant crisis. But everyone needs a break, an escape from info-vertigo. Maybe one future of the genre is a sound that cuts out the noise.