Those of you who’ve already been subjected to the work of solo scene rapper T. Mills should pretty much know his blueprint, and will undoubtedly have already swung to either the side of hate or side of great.
T. Mills definitely sits within the same line of fire already occupied by Brokencyde, Millionaires, Dot Dot Curve and all other “fun” (this being the most objective word) music being generated, often being labeled amazing or the more popular tag of an abomination. Debut ‘Ready, Fire, Aim!’ (yes, in that order) isn’t going to dig him out of this path of suicide either, and doesn’t even attempt to do so at any moment.
The “confident, not cocky” nature known all too well from Brokencyde is the vibe that’s brought across throughout essentially the entire album, delivered in copious amounts which very soon becomes very repetitive and annoying. The constant reminder of this message is definitely the intention with the record, and what would any form of a hip-hop album be without some mention of alcohol, partying and/or sex. ‘Stupid Boy’ is one of the album’s biggest forefronts of this, lyrics like “Drink up ’til you can’t think anymore”, “You can spend the night if you don’t plan on us both sleeping” and “I’m not looking for my one, I’m looking for my right now” can’t back this up any better. ‘Purr Like A Cat’ isn’t far behind with this notion either, claiming that “when he had the pussy” he made her “purr like a cat”.
There’s one or two exceptions of more serious topics though, such as ‘Me First’ talking about wanting to be with a girl but feeling they’re too young to settle down, all encased in a soft synth and piano led backdrop, and still managing to keep that fun dance-a-long vibe. This doesn’t save itself or the album from being all a bit OTT though.
T. Mills could’ve done a lot worse with ‘Ready, Fire, Aim!’ but on the flipside could’ve also done a shed load better. If obscenities were allowed on radio broadcasts this record would sit fairly comfortably in airwaves across the world, and the intention of a fun album is most definitely portrayed correctly. However it all becomes a bit too immature and overdone fast, and depending on what you dig or loathe will cement legions of lovers and haters alike.
Written by Zach Redrup
Founder & Editor for DEAD PRESS! | Atheist and antitheist. | Judge of the quick & the dead since 1989.