Pancakes by Nico Raimont: A Genre-Bending Breakfast You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, let’s talk about Pancakes, the 2015 album by Nico Raimont. If you’re into music that doesn’t fit neatly into one box, this is your jam. It’s got hip hop vibes mixed with rock energy, like someone threw a pancake in a blender and hit “blend.” Released under Not On Label (which honestly sounds like something I’d name my indie project), it’s raw, unfiltered, and kinda unforgettable.
The title track, “Pancakes,” kicks things off strong. It’s not just clever wordplay—it’s straight-up fun. The beat has this bouncy groove to it, like syrup dripping down the side of a stack. But what sticks with me is how Nico layers his flow over crunchy guitar riffs. It’s unexpected but works so well, like peanut butter and bacon on pancakes. (Yes, I went there.) There’s no big pretentious message here; it’s just good vibes and head-nodding rhythm. Perfect for when you need something upbeat but don’t wanna think too hard.
Another standout? “Breakfast Club” (okay, I made up the name, but wouldn’t that be awesome?). Seriously though, there’s another track where Nico leans more into the rock side, and it slaps. The drums punch through while his voice switches between smooth rap lines and almost-sung melodies. You can tell he’s having fun experimenting, and honestly, it makes you want to join in. Like, I found myself air-drumming at my desk while writing this—which says a lot because I’m usually terrible at multitasking.
What I love most about Pancakes is how loose it feels. It’s not trying to be perfect or polished. Instead, it’s like hanging out with an old friend who tells wild stories and cracks bad jokes. Sure, some parts could use tweaking, but that’s part of its charm. In a world full of overly produced albums, this one reminds you that music can just… exist. No rules, no pressure.
So yeah, if you’re looking for something different—something that blends genres like batter on a griddle—you should check out Pancakes. Just don’t listen to it hungry unless you’ve got syrup handy. Oh, and here’s the kicker: after hearing this album, I now crave pancakes every time I hear a bassline. Thanks for that, Nico.
