Album Review: Black $uicide Side C The Seventh Seal by $uicideboy$ & Black Smurf
If you’re into the darker corners of hip-hop, Black $uicide Side C The Seventh Seal is a project that deserves your attention. Released in 2015, this self-released gem from $uicideboy$ and Black Smurf blends cloud rap and trap with a gritty, almost haunting vibe. It’s not perfect, but it’s raw enough to feel alive—and that’s what makes it stick.
The album kicks off with “WiFi Password Incorrect,” and man, does it set the tone. Over a spacey beat dripping with melancholy synths, $uicideboy$ delivers lines that hit hard without trying too hard. It’s one of those tracks where you can practically see the dimly lit room they recorded it in—messy, real, and unapologetic. What stays with me is how effortlessly it captures the frustration of being disconnected—not just from Wi-Fi, but from life itself. You don’t forget that kind of honesty.
Another standout track is “Germantown.” This one leans heavier into the trap side of things, with a bassline so deep it feels like it’s vibrating through your chest. Lyrically, it paints a vivid picture of struggle and survival, pulling no punches about the harsh realities of their environment. There’s something hypnotic about the way the hook loops back around—it’s grimy yet catchy as hell. Tracks like these remind you why $uicideboy$ has such a cult following; they make pain sound poetic.
At just five tracks long (including “Newport Reds” and “93 Premium”), the album doesn’t overstay its welcome. Each song feels intentional, even if some moments feel rough around the edges. That’s part of its charm, though. It’s less polished studio magic and more like flipping through someone’s diary—raw, personal, and occasionally uncomfortable.
What strikes me most about Black $uicide Side C The Seventh Seal isn’t just the music itself, but how it refuses to conform. In an era when labels push artists to chase trends, here’s a duo doing exactly what they want, releasing it on their own terms. Sure, it might not appeal to everyone, but for those who get it, it’s gold.
Final thought? Listening to this album feels like finding an old mixtape at the bottom of a drawer. It’s dusty, maybe a little scratched up, but once you press play, you realize it’s got stories worth hearing. Oddly enough, I found myself wondering if they still use the same WiFi password...
