Eighty Gee: Perfect is Boring Deluxe Edition Review – by BradQuan Copeland.
“What is perfection, but the opinions of the unperfected?” – Eighty Gee. Act 1: Perfect is Boring (Intro). This Albany MC came to my attention through a fellow colleague who didn’t have the time to take the dive, but I’m sure as hell glad I did! Perfect is Boring: The Deluxe Edition is a fully loaded arsenal that understands the concept of less is more. At just 10 songs totaling a 20-minute runtime, Eighty pounds his way into the coliseum in full Silverback form, ten toes down with an aura that sprays bass through the speakers like an unhinged Draco.
This project is sturdy—indicative of a man who doesn’t need to say much for his presence to be felt. He slides through the tracks of this nonskip project with an attitude-era swagger, ignited by a chest-pounding, feral fury that matches the energy of artists like Lil Durk, G Herbo, and Big 30. Though he boldly flexes his street merit, he approaches this body of work with a level of humility that makes it known that this warrior carries the blood of a king. “Don’t look up to me, just stand next to me.” A standout line from his track, Risk, unfolds the essence of a real G who steps alongside his army.
The production is clean, and this well-architected project subtly navigates through the natural and well-earned paternal emotional intelligence revealed through the heartfelt line, “My biggest fear is that my child hate me.” He then delves into his romantic side with the hood ballad Vibey, showcasing a well-seasoned singing voice in which he rides the wave effortlessly, manipulating his vocals through melodic ripples that raise and lower the internal temperature seamlessly. The thump of bass mimics the power strut of a baddie mighty enough to knot the silver tongue of the devil. The chemistry between him and Ke $upreme mirrors a Queen and Slim-esque unified defiance. They beautifully set the stage of an intimate house party cloaked in kush smoke with red solo cups in hand, where goers grind in the moment with the unspoken but clear anticipation to crack the bed by night’s end.
A gangster, but also a gentleman in the sense that his beginning thesis is restated through the lens of a woman in Act 2: Date Night, before the work delves into its introspective conclusion. This project is a smooth 8.2 out of 10 and leaves a lasting impression that will surely make me explore his earlier work and anxiously wait for future projects. If you haven’t already, give Eighty Gee a thorough listen and relish in his healed yet visible war scars that paint a picture beyond the streets he proudly claims.