Written by ArchBishopEddy
Edited by ized

Having dropped recently at the end of January, Gizmo has delivered listeners a boisterous, exhilarating 11-track tape that features various flavors of musical creativity and vocal delivery. Listeners of Gizmo are met with the familiar gruff and aggressive quick flows, as well as air-y yet ferocious growling/screaming, and glimpses of Gizmo’s soothing, melodic singing. While able to be a success from lyrics and vocals alone, the unique production on Grit is a whole other noteworthy element as Gizmo spearheads tracks backed by a myriad of hard hitting and, often at times, chilling sounds and instrumentals, thanks to the selection of producers.  

The intro track Transformation, produced by Xisrupt is the perfect balance between the aforementioned energetic and bone chilling growls, and soft tranquilizing melodies. This balance is equally distinct in the instrumental as the track features the likes of block-breaking 808s and dainty bells with light percussive sounds scattered about the mix. Sonic elements aside, the track is also a suitable glimpse for how the tone and themes of the tape will follow. Transformation features Gizmo enacting an entity, a veritable angry force of nature rather than a mere musician, while simultaneously using morose and introspective lyrics to add a personal layer to the track.  

Keeping this duality of somber tone yet fierce animalistic energy in mind, the first major highlight off the tape for me is Desolate, a track that is a whole thrill ride that is both physically invigorating and emotionally contemplative. Produced by Amertume, there’s a gritty (obviously) sound to the instrumentals, most notably at the start of the track where sounds of chilling still night-time and gravel is audible, followed by a cacophony of deep lively bass notes and Gizmo’s vocals. The first lyrics that really peak interests are the ones Gizmo repeats and bellows out, “I wanna kill myself, I wanna kill myself don’t let me aim… I feel like I’m Bane, I’m going insane” followed by the outro “I wanna die, I wanna die, fuck tryna’ live”. There’s an intense juxtaposition between the embodiment of rage present both in the vocals and the Bane line, and the melancholic lines that the track ends on that makes it unforgettable.  

The second highlight off of this tape was a conflicting one, as this was dropped sometime before Grit ended up being released, and it seemed biased to consider it a major highlight given the longer time it had to breathe and grow on me. That being said, Catastrophic is a huge highlight considering it features all the same intriguing balances I’ve mentioned so far, this Yin and Yang of rage and calm coming together to join forces. Produced by heavy hitter Ghostrage, the production on this features common 808s, as well as this almost glitchy drum pattern replete throughout the instrumentals and eerie keyboard/synth patterns. The track begins with a catchy and memorable chorus, complete with the appropriate manic energy and no bullshit bars in the first verse; “Wrist slit, my fists hit your fucking face, make my blood spray”. The track mellows out about midway through, but not without maintaining full energy as Saphir hops on with haunting, pleasantly layered vocals to bridge back into Gizmo’s high octane chorus.  

“…it features all the same intriguing balances I’ve mentioned so far, this Yin and Yang of rage and calm coming together to join forces.”

The third highlight off of Grit, Look In My Eyes, takes several steps away from the gut-wrenching vocals and lyrics that are present in the first several tracks. That being said, this track still features a sense of darkness and bleak emotion as Gizmo sings atop a slower acoustic instrumental (courtesy Es. Garden), lamenting the late Prohibeo. It’s personal, and heart-achingly gripping but not without possessing strong vocals and crisp minimalistic production. Look In My Eyes is dense with vulnerable songwriting and sombre lyrics, that of which aren’t done justice existing just on paper rather than subjecting your ears to them.  

Grit is a monster of a project, taking the listener from moments of adrenaline pumping fury to pessimistic thought provocation. Despite listing its top three highlights, there are still ingots of musical precious metal, such as all the incredibly energetic Xerogi produced tracks (Cut Out, Suicide Note, Broken Bones) and the horror abundant tracks like Freakazoid and Body Bag (prod. By Mutant Joe and Brvd respectively). The former utilises this spine chilling sample as if it was ripped straight from ​The Predator, ending on high pitched string instruments that sounds like impending doom is right around the corner. The latter track Body Bag is an equally thrilling track complete with lyrical slaughterhouse bars, utilizing a pseudo-skit of Giz trying to dispose of a corpse, interspersed between him chanting “body bag”. Grit doesn’t lack in itching any sort of emotional scratch whether it’s a spell of blues or anger.  Run it up. Rest In Paradise Prohibeo.