Review: Cult Mountain EP – Lee Scott x Milkavelli x Trellion x Sumgii

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A collaboration so sinful that it may well have been selected by Satan himself, lyricists Lee Scott (Blah Records), Trellion (Bad Taste), Milkavelli (Piff Gang) and producer Sumgii (LDZ) make up the unrighteous movement that is Cult Mountain.

Combining to bring us 5 tracks of spaced out celestial music, Lee Scott’s credited for leading his homegrown occultist label Blah Records to the forefront of UK hip-hop in the space of under a decade. His impressive workrate has seen the release of two full length LP’s [Tin Foil Fronts, CatcusOwlMoonGoat] this year, which have been acclaimed by many to be some of his most addictive sh!t to date. Milkavelli currently resides with Piff Gang, however most heads will be familiar with his early work alongside Children Of The Damned and the Mcabre Brothers under the pseudonym ‘Monster Under The Bed’, before disbanding from Mcabre Brothers following the release of Gonzo Lyricism in 2011. His maniacal wordplay and candid flow sent waves throughout the Don’t Flop rap battle forums when he defeated Sensa on his debut back in ‘09.

Trellion, co-founder of Bad Taste Records, established a formidable reputation after devising the sinister début Dive By Night, becoming renowned as one of Sheffield’s coldest MC’s. Trellion’s misogynistic wordplay and unashamed ignorance is synonymous with the style of lyricism we’re used to hearing from Lee Scott and Milkavelli. Sumgii, who also holds up with Piff Gang as well as LDZ, has become one of the most celebrated producers of 2014 as a result of his work alongside London based hip-hop collective Problem Child on their début Confessions Of A Normal Human Being which dropped at the end of July. He proved to possess a compatibility with Lee Scott when he contributed a guest remix for Puta off Scott’s Tin Foil Fronts release earlier this year.

As a collaboration, the blissful ignorance of Cult Mountain knows no boundries. When Trellion drawls immodest self-renditions of his f^cked up persona, he uses a malicious tone which chills the blood, shining when unashamedly ridiculing society and cooly emphasizing his self-acclaimed supremacy with scandalous metaphorical wordplay. Milkavelli takes you on a journey through the mind of an unruly psychopath, spitting sluggish depictions of his immoral perceptions whilst regularly savouring the effects of narcotics and lyrically asserting his unrivalled dominance on the scene. If you thought Dapper Laughs was the peak of misogyny, then you’ll consider Milkavelli to be something like the pinnacle.

Lee Scott gives L. Ron Hubbard a run for his money, inducing something of an insomniac tip when he relays revelations from committing audacious cult-related activities, using provocative slurs and a vocabulary dirtier than Saville’s visits to children hospital’s in order to lyrically dismember his opposition and effectively illustrate his own distorted perceptions of reality. Combined with Sumgii’s glitchy, bass-heavy instrumentals typically compact with unsettling samples (including sirens and a crackling recording of a reading from occultist Aleister Crowley reciting an atomic ritual), altogether the compositions are colder than Fritzl’s cellar during winter. In the track AY, Sniff (Bad Taste Records) makes the singular feature, establishing his unorthodox persona with another suitably unsettling verse.

Overall, Cult Mountain is as captivating as it is disconcerting. A shared love of valium seems to have incited the Cult Mountain collective with composure which effectively manipulates eerie feelings of edge and suspense throughout the release. The listening experience was bizarre, wavy like bunning three blue cheese blunts after dropping two tramadol tabs and seven polish lagers in the space of 30 minutes. If I had to sum up the release in a sentence? Late-night-cold-saggin’-diazepam-infused-616-cult-sweg. Cult Mountain undoubtedly delivers the most ignorant UK hip-hop EP of 2014.

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