With a steady show grindage and battle schedule, LA’s Sahtyre spent vacation in the basement, emerging from the depths with High Saht in hand. On his debut, Sahtyre showcases what his local hype has paid for with: wit, charm, confidence, and skill. Street savvy and a playful consciousness put that clever spin on Sahtyre’s tracks, satirical storytelling from a Neverlanding lost boy roaming LA’s venues with energy and lightheartedness. As every Blowedian should, Saht is more than proficient in what we’ll call raucous wordplay, a rough housing of standard rapping conventions. This is most on display in ‘Liquified Dopeness’ the customary rap-about-how-sick-I-am track, and yeah he’s pretty sick. A little of the crass humor can be found on ‘Get Down Wit’it’ as Saht tells of she-conquests of the blind, deaf, and behemoth variety. It’s all good fun really, and that’s what Saht’s tone is, whether it’s jabbing the American workforce for their tolerance of shitty ‘J-O-B’s’ or trading verses with 2Mex, AlphaMC, Nocando and Rifleman Ellay Khule on ‘Rock, Roll’. Sure, Sahtyre has serious spurts, ‘Pure Inspiration’ is that love track symbolism, where no detail of the focus of his affections goes unnoticed or unmentioned.

There are a few bumps in the road, but nothing to deter from overall enjoyment of Sahtyre’s first major release. A couple of tracks lose some of the steam in terms of creativity and the standard of metaphors he sets in other places. This is an album of the LA underground, where music is generally created with personal style and creativity in mind, often catering to a specific fan base. As such, High Saht is one of those might-not-be-for-everyone albums, a painful truth that has me reserving pity for those on the wrong side of the fence.

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