B. Dolan: Fallen House, Sunken City
Vibrancy in rap music has long been partially based upon the plethora of characters and profiles that have created the genre. Each artist approaches the art with a succinctly different or similar profile, be it playboy or playgirl, the conscious poet, or the baller, to name a very few. Often there is the reporter, that rapper who has perspective grit, a scope perfect street vision. B. Dolan is that rapper but what sets him apart is his boisterous rhyme skills that are so emotional they show heart, which sometimes is not a safe attribute for someone wanting to relay so much darkness and warning but needed to show his humanity. Lyrics covered heavy in being a societal watchdog, beats dark and dank with sounds almost downer hyphy or sometimes industrial, his rhyme style moves fast at times like a ricochet. His rapid delivery chimes over rattle hums, echoing drums, melodies of distorted or disjointed keys to create tracks that convey insidious darkness but are rare in their complexity of sounds and words. Blaring drunken trumpets fill the backgrounds at times while B. Dolan’s gritty discourse has the sharpness of a Ginsu knife. “Leaving New York,” is one track of many that showcase the impressiveness of his skills. Words shoot out at superhuman pace while the music crunches underneath. B. Dolan moved from Rhode Island to New York City. After getting acquainted with Brooklyn’s Nuyorican Poets Cafe and allowing that influence to infiltrate his craft, he moved back to Rhode Island and shortly signed to Strange Famous Records. With his second release, Fallen House, Sunken City, he has created an album with the descriptive eye of a roving reporter who has raw and unforgettable lyrical talent.