Tes’s lyrical delivery has the piercing urgency of a bugle call, and his second EP […]
Tes’s lyrical delivery has the piercing urgency of a bugle call, and his second EP is a call to arms for nostalgic city living. “New New York” is trimmed with old school disco, a sweetly boasting Saturday Night Fever ode sung while swaggering past brownstone stoops. At his best, the skilled, bristly production is meaty enough to support his wide plank of a voice, but when he’s rapping over dustier atmospherics, it’s a strange mismatch of brassy rap and gray desolation. They’re beats made for a spacier emcee, while Tes needs more solid ground.