Are kids still using the word “gully?” If so, the Greneberg crew (Alchemist & Oh No’s Gangrene + Roc Marciano, a.k.a Marcberg), keeps it that. For those that slept on Roc Marciano’s Marcberg or Gangrene’s moody 2010 opus, Gutter Water, this is a chance to step into the sewer. While Al and Oh kept their former venture steeped in abstractly sampled dystopian funk (nod to Stones Throw), the Greneberg EP comes with a little more levity thanks to the crude wit of Roc Marciano and butter lines like, “Book me? I’m hard to hit like porcupine pussy.” These cats are seasoned, Alchemist likely the most infamous for his more widely known productions, but instead of going the sucker route and trying to move units by becoming “ring tone rappers,” they stick to the street and deliver a thoroughly enjoyable 22 minutes of raw hip-hop.
After two Roc solo joints, we get the gem “Jet Luggage,” on which all three contributors flex threats over driving drums and a drunkenly wobbly bass line. “Papercuts” is equally dope but this track, jammed with jazz guitar and soul vocal samples, juxtaposes the braggadocio and achieves a golden era balance of getting us simultaneously amped up and nostalgic. “New Shit’s” strings remind me of GZA’s “Duel of the Iron Mic” and while I hesitate to compare many to the Wu’s master swordsman, the Grenebergs wreck this shit – and I, for one, have become an Alchemist-as-Emcee convert. Oh No’s menacing piano loops of “Jaws” bookend the EP nicely by both offering its final joint and laying ground for Roc Marciano to answer my lead-in question with, “Eat a dick bitch, this is money / this ain’t Kid Cudi, this is G-shit, gully.” And cheers to the Greneberg crew for leaving us with little doubt that it will stay that way.