Marvellous Macc Mello's tunes will
do your head in. Defying convention, definition and sometimes, gravity,
his sticky-verging-on-retarded flow slides over warped beats like toxic
Maybe he can do a better job of describing his music?
"That's always hard! I rap and produce and I cover lots of genres. I
know everyone says they listen to lots of genres, but I really do! But
I can say my songs sound galactic, sonic, maybe like something made in
space, but with the structure of a conventional rap song."
All this by-the-book structure is where the comfort zone ends,
Mello's glitch-happy trigger finger and faux-naïve drawl about fucking
and fighting his way around the London indie scene makes all the other
stuff on offer sound like aural vanilla. Boring.