S.V.

Ah! Rap! Is there a more oversubscribed genre to buy into? It must be one of the hardest areas of music to get noticed in as more and more home grown artists try to put their ‘stamp’ on Rap. To be honest, a lot of them should consider cleaning their shoes before thinking about putting their footprint on the genre, but S.V.’s crisp, clean, clear-cut outline is unfamiliar to me. And I like it. It’s the kind of fresh, new sound that Rap and Electronica needs.

Subtlety. That’s what does it. And thought. Everything from the quirky, percussive intro of ‘Escaping Propaganda’ to the stunning, crisp vocal on ‘Hallucinations’ have been thought through, executed and produced to absolute perfection.

If by any chance you are an aspiring rap artist or producer reading this, you need to listen to S.V. It’s wonderful to be able to listen to Rap music that’s not repetitive in any way at all.

Review written by LF


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This is what S.V. said:

Many confuse S.V. being one person. The reason to this is because I, Victory control all the administrative data and all the Public Relations of the aspect of being a group. Yet no group without 2 members. S.V. is Salkin & Victory.

Starting late 2008 we were not aware of what music would progress out of our collective creative spirits.
What we started creating together would now be in the genre of Electronica/Rap with a very innovative way of thinking in music without consideration of the 3:30 minute radio strictness and more consideration for the love of it!

S.V. has now created tracks with 9/8 beat patterns being rapped on, breaks with atmospheric pads and synths. Sampled Aluminium bats etc.

We have achieved tracks with thought-provoking lyrical messages and rhythmic flows and I promise you, you will not hear a blend of Electronica/Rap elsewere that is of this capacity.

Salkin Will Take You To Another Universe.
Victory Will Explain You Why You Are There.

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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.