Jackie Chain’s After Hours is an album in which David Guetta, Avicii, etc. are jump-kicked off of their platonic, all-partying, consequence-free bottle service throne by Bama’s Polo rocking, long hair flowing trance-rap enthusiast. There’s “Moving,” which, with the help of Nick Catchdubs’ curation, Jackie tackles Aviici’s “Le7els” and Flo Rida’s “Good Feeling” with a freestyle over Pretty Lights’ 2006 Etta James-sampling slow burner “Finally Moving.” Somewhere, there is a dude pissed off at Flo Rida for “stealing” Aviicii’s song, and elsewhere there is a Pretty Lights fan who guffawed when “Le7els” arrived, and Etta James fans presumably find the whole thing kinda tasteless, and well, “Moving” is a song that they can all be collectively disgusted over! See how that works?
“Ladies In The House” throws Scatman John’s “Scatman (Ski Ba Bop Ba Dop Bop)” into a whirling wheezing trance-party, and on a primal digging through pop-culture detritus level, that’s just really hilarious. Plus, Jackie Chain was born to transcend cheesy samples and turn them into awesome club rap. Keeping with After Hours‘ concept, though, “Ladies In The House” also confronts modern day EDM with its own dirty little history: This shit was, not too long ago the goofiest fucking music on the planet. A place where an outsider artist, borderline autistic eccentric like Scatman John went to make a buck. So think of that Mr. Guetta, next time you pose messiah-like on the Tomorrowland stage. If only there were also a freestyle over Jordy’s “Dur Dur D’etre Un Bebe” on this thing! After Hours‘ syrup-drunk, boner-popping, condom-eschewing take on fistpumping pop is kinda doing the same thing as the Weeknd’s trilogy of releases. And Jackie Chain, an impervious hedonist who doesn’t seem to have human emotions, and is fueled by blunts, blowjobs, and booze, is a far more successful strip club Virgil than Abel Tesfaye. Bonus: Huntsville’s Zilla guests on this one, impatiently shit-talking the girl he’s trying to take home.