Ian Isiah "Shugga Sextape, Vol. 1"


Ian Isiah gives you so little of a jumping off point. In describing the project to my mom I told her it would probably evoke Prince for her. But damn those are some big shoes for a young cat to fill. And pressure is the last thing an experimental musical mind needs in his ear. I'm all for pushing boundaries and testing the water with any and all the ideas that come to your mind while recording. This is the beauty of our modern day recording industry. Yesterday I reviewed an album that had it been done a few years prior it would have certainly been given the major label roll out to the max. But instead it's destined for internet purgatory every so often getting dug into by some curious ears.

I digress, you aren't here for more thoughts on Starlito. Today it's all about the sultry and steaming hot Shugga Sextape, Vol. 1. Considering his last album dropped in like '13 don't be holding your breath for a soon to come volume 2, but this 28 minutes is concise and pretty perfect for the cuffing season we have suddenly found ourselves in - ok I shouldn't complain about the weather, the summer went late and it's really only started to get cold in the last couple weeks and even then that's just for the morning and evenings. Shit I even had enough sunlight out today to go for a walk and soak up some of Mr. Isaiah's croonings blended with that Vitamin D!

Don't go into this EP (I don't care if he is trying to dub it an album it's 8 tracks and less than a half hour long, it's a goddamn Extended Play - so what if you want to call me old school.) ready for the turn up. Sure "Bedroom" & "Killup" will have DJ's quick mixing in and out but what you are really here for is the meat and potatoes of Ian's soul.



"Persistent" is a tune I keep returning to, it's hypnotic beat is filled with off kilter drums, some reversed sounds that I think oscillate into going forward in the background. And yet all these goings on will be forgotten as you listen and try to decide if sipping the Henny is actually superseding the quest for pussy. Most of my male readers, and probably more than a few of the female ones too, will be more than excited to introduce their lover to this song as it feels like the perfect foreplay jam ready to keep whoever is luckily receiving squirming as they wonder what's going to touch and enter their body next? This is no sex ed column, you are on your own this time, and if you know your lover than it shouldn't be too hard.

I took that diversion on purpose as Shugga Sextape, Vol. 1 is just that. It's oozing this NYC Ghetto Gothik representing personality. He is clearly an adorer of the human body and enjoy's finding those pleasurable spaces we all poses. I challenge anyone to listen to this album uninterrupted and in full and not be so horny you are ready to take the next person you see to bed. It's strong, enticing and a guaranteed turn on.

Ian Isiah is a complicated man and while I won’t begin to try and break down the churches disgrace in finding pleasure in sex, Isaiah confronts this head on and does so without breaking stride. The aptly titled “God” pays tribute to that special lady in his life whom he has placed on the highest of pedestals, many religions would crucify him for representing a false idol like that - but how are any of us to know who the next coming will be? Spend some time fondling your significant other and you might just know it’s them. Just what Ian Isiah wanted for Christmas - for things to get just a lil’ bit freaky round them Christmas lights and inflatable characters.

In all seriousness though - play this at your adult friends pre/post Christmas gathering. Pass it along to the couple you know is trying to get pregnant, or just put it in everyone’s stocking and tell them it’s not the typical holiday album but it is guaranteed to bring out that holiday cheer - along with some handcuffs and blindfolds perhaps?

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