MmmmLuvvv by Real Cosby: A Gritty, Hypnotic Mess That Somehow Works
Alright, let’s talk about MmmmLuvvv. This 2013 release from Real Cosby is one of those albums that doesn’t ask for your permission—it just grabs you by the ears and drags you into its weird-ass world. Genre? Electronic. But screw genres; this thing bleeds across Dub Techno, Downtempo, Experimental, and House like it can’t decide what mood it’s in. Spoiler alert: That’s exactly why it works.
First off, props to Real Cosby for self-releasing this beast under Not On Label (yeah, real creative name there). The dude clearly didn’t care about fitting into some polished industry mold. And honestly? Thank god. This album feels raw, unfiltered, and kinda unhinged—but in the best way possible.
Now, onto the tracks. “Heart Felt Good” hits you right outta nowhere. It’s slow-burning, murky as hell, but somehow pulls at something deep inside you. Like, you wanna dance, but also cry? IDK, man. There’s this warped bassline looping around while these distant, ghostly synths creep up on you. Feels like walking through fog in a graveyard after smoking too much weed. You won’t forget it because it’s both soothing and unsettling—like when someone hugs you too tight but smells amazing.
Then there’s “Cherried.” Holy crap, this track slaps hard. It’s got this pulsing rhythm that builds and builds until you’re practically vibrating with tension. The beat drops so dirty you might need a shower afterward. What sticks with me is how unpredictable it feels—one second it’s all smooth and sultry, then BAM, it flips into glitchy chaos. Kinda like if you were chilling at a rave and suddenly tripped over a speaker wire. Chaotic vibes, but oddly satisfying.
The rest of the album keeps the same vibe—dripping with atmosphere, layered with textures, and refusing to play it safe. Tracks like “Miss Me” feel more subdued, almost introspective, while the title track “MmmmLuvvv” leans heavier into experimental noise territory. Honestly, it’s not gonna be everyone’s cup of tea. Some folks will call it pretentious or messy, but hey, who cares? Sometimes art needs to punch you in the face before it makes sense.
Here’s the kicker: Listening to MmmmLuvvv feels less like hearing an album and more like eavesdropping on someone’s fever dream. Is it perfect? Hell no. Does it even make sense half the time? Probably not. But damn if it doesn’t leave a mark.
Final thought: If Real Cosby ever decided to drop another project, I’d hit play without hesitation—even if they titled it something ridiculous like Burp Sounds Vol. 2. This guy gets it.
