glu “HOT GLU GUN”
Disruptive, explosive, flaming, and stirring. The latest EP from Melbourne rap artist glu gives hip hop a smash of absurdism on the head. You hardly hear someone who gives it all, breaking a genre into countless pieces of glasses with blood and scream that feels both horrifying and unapologetically confrontational.
Rather than an EP of seven songs, Hot Glu Gun flows like a ten-minute live performance. Disobedient industrial, avant- grade sonic experimentation snorted some coke that hits right through the brain, bringing something destructive and horror in nature, but at the same time, brutally honest and nakedly vulnerable. From failed attempt of suicide to toxic relationship to drug use, glu doesn’t shy away from the heavy topics that often bring dead silence to the room.
It’s glitchy, edgy, and manic, but the storytelling has a serious tone in them that sits you down and makes you listen to every word he says and every sound he makes. Some of those voices are abstract and extreme, some of the soundscapes are descriptive and palpable, but it flows through you, stirring something in your heart and soul, something you don’t want to admit, something you don’t like, but it stares at you straightly — that’s the level of relatability in glu’s music. He stares into your souls and stirs your core.
It’s safe to say glu doesn’t release a piece of his art without breaking something in the process, then you watch it reconstruct in a brand new way you have not yet experienced. As an artist, glu is rebellious and evocative, but it seems to be exactly what is lacking in the highly repetitive, burnt-out industry.
