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Normally, producers would clear out the mid-range frequencies of instrumentals to make space for spoken verses to be added later challenging rappers in a domain long conceded to them without issue, Clams crammed those frequencies with vocal samples, demanding, in effect, that the recording artist match or exceed their spirit. With their digitized and wraithlike ambient synths in the higher frequencies, anchored by melancholic and foreboding bass, the beats seemed loaded with the weight of meanings yet to be articulated.Ĭompared to the vast majority of rap production, Clams’s instrumentals were uncommonly full and moving. But there was something in his music as well.

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