By the measure of pretty much any metaphor you can throw at her right now, Azealia Banks is the girl with the most cake.Д«anks' first official release, a four-song EP titled 1991, still finds her standing at a lot of interesting junctions, if not committing to a solid path. And as for the guy still stuck on the 'no homo' refrain, the openly bisexual Banks waited until he wasn't looking and then slipped out the door with his girl and his best friend. While some listeners gasped at the supposed audacity of Rihanna's suggestive chant, ' cake cake cake,' Banks, grinning, was like, 'cunt, cunt, cunt.' Around the time Ye and Jay were extollingВ jet-setterВ excess on Watch the Throne, Banks drummed up the sort of publicity you can't buy thanks to a charismatic, low-concept video shot on a DSLR. On the strength of that one track, the hot-shot Harlem-based MC with a slyly aggressive flow became not just a rising star but a boundary-busting symbol of hip-hop's ever-changing mores. Most importantly, this short house-rap blast bottles all that 'cool list' excitement into a sharp set, so jack your body and get your freak on because you're in her hut now.Though it's only been about six months since the release of Azealia Banks'sВ debut single '212', the room's still trashed from when sheВ first stormed the scene. loft party, one where you kept dancing and dissing, leaving little time to check the Internet. Ignoring the Flo Rida side of it all keeps 1991 wonderfully strange and sound, and even when there's a forward-thinking freedom here that comes from living in the post- M.I.A., post- Lil Wayne, post- Diplo world, Azealia acts as if she had been raised at a classic N.Y.C. Then the Trans-Europe Expressin' 'Van Vogue' proves this diva walks among us with the approachable 'You stepped it up/You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotle.' Fueling it all is production from Machinedrum, Jef Martens, and Matthew 'Lone' Cutler with all parties on the same nostalgic page, as if this EP fell through the cracks of the Paradise Garage's sweaty disco floorboards and then evolved in some alternative and fierce universe. More lyrical wonder comes on the EP's title track with 'Primadonna mama, like a virgin/Private jets, night flights, no fly Virgin' and some riveting juggling of faux-French nonsense. three and a half minutes) and brilliant boast after brilliant boast ('You could see I been the bitch since the Pamper,' with everything else being unquotable in mixed company).

Coming on the scene like a whirlwind of Santigold, Nicki Minaj, Grace Jones, and that killer remix of the Jungle Brothers track 'I'll House You,' Harlem rapper, singer, and 'Liquorice Bitch' Azealia Banks made every 'cool,' 'one to watch,' and 'wow' list that mattered in 2011, thanks in part to attractive tracks like 'L8R' and her smooth cover of Interpol's 'Slow Hands,' but mostly because of '212.' That New York-loving, tribal house monster with a Nina Simone-like break in the middle winds up on Banks' debut EP, clawing and kicking the competition to the curb with more cuss words than Scarface (and that's two-plus hours vs.

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