Listen to Scallops Hotel’s (Milo) ‘Xergiok’s Chagrin (A Song For Jib)’

    If you’ve been catching up on Milo lately, you’d know that we had the chance to pick his brain. The interview announced he was working on self-produced material under a different name, and this material is something complementary, but wildly unique and most importantly – absolutely thrilling.

    With every beat and word that you hear, you’re pulled deeply in, something that the rest of his 2013 work (things that happen at day/night ep’s, cavalcade) has done well – but never this well. Whether it’s the jarringly wordy verses (referencing “Neptune Estate” by King Krule in the second verse) or the somewhat idiosyncratic refrains (this time, Sufjan Stevens’ “Vito’s Ordination Song”), the slightly darker, slightly busy tone this song gives off only allows more intensity to wash over you through the short, wanting-more-than-this three minutes. The muddled instrumental fits the tone Milo gives off with his raps and, together, makes up for a more-than-enjoyable part of the song. At no point does the muddled quality demerit this track in any way.

    If the rest of his upcoming EP, poplar grove (or how to rap with a hammer), is half as good as this track, I’m definitely allowed to nominate Milo as a rapper of the year. These six days (this EP drops on November 19 on his Bandcamp) are going to be days of diving into the void and hitting the repeat button for ‘xergiok’s chagrin.’

    Below, you can spot a number on this advertisement, call Milo, and leave him a voicemail. Tell him about your experience with/at Scallops Hotel. Also, read the lyrics to the song (I personally typed these, because, let’s face it, this song deserves to be analyzed) and jam infinitely.

    Lyrics:

    dark times ingratiate.
    i scream hello binge
    everything is yellow-tinged
    i guess the dream has jaundiced
    passed out, red in face
    just to see who could scream the longest
    found the secret answer
    only to learn it wasn’t what i really wanted
    now my head hurts and 
    i don’t know the password
    i rooted my fingers in dead dirt
    to catch the last worms
    the legion of shark-faced men
    with their daggers out
    couldn’t approach the speeding zen
    of the blabbermouth
    i listened to that folk band
    learned the chords to “old man”
    bought pounds of fair trade coffee
    in lieu of roast ham
    built a secure fortress around
    all my insecurities
    and bought a brita filter
    to strip water of impurities

    i scrub my palms of hot cheeto dust
    i sang the ordination song for vito on the bus

    grow a neck beard
    just to shave it off again
    try harder to fit in with
    my girlfriend’s friends
    i need a restroom break
    an excuse to sit on a dirty toilet
    listening to neptune estate

    fuck those white girls
    with indian headdresses
    i been restless but never reckless
    while all my friends got drunk,
    i flipped poems for
    to buy hot lunch
    now my belly stays round
    i know i barely been around

    *burp*

    i scrub my palms of hot cheeto dust
    i sang the ordination song for vito on the bus

    draped in hong kong polyester
    sang the wrong songs among
    the throngs of court jesters
    i scribbled words on the walls
    of my mother’s house
    post-it note aesthetics in lieu of
    breadcrumbs trailed about
    then my tongue deepened
    but first, my voice cracked
    i had a banner but
    no courage found to hoist that
    they came to every rap show
    i tried to act nicely
    it was easier to hide in the corner
    reading jack spicer

    and then your favorite rapper lets you down one more time.
    then your favorite rapper lets you down one more time.
    then your favorite rapper lets you down one more time.
    then your favorite rapper lets you down.