The first thing I ever wrote about Garrett Brown came in September of 2011. It seems rather insignificant to think about now, but it came at arguably the height of Killa Kyleon’s being a du jour favorite of rap blogs from coast to coast. Brown contributed to Candy Paint & Texas Plates 2, a Kyleon mix-album that found him doing what he does best โ€” rap a mile a minute with every flow linked together like a soccer wall. Brown was only 20 years old at the time, a wet-behind-the-ears self-taught producer out of Angleton, population 18,862. Among other records produced by Big K.R.I.T., Steve Beelow, Lex Luger, Cookinโ€™ Soul and Donnie Houston, Brown took the penultimate track, โ€œMoney Takers.โ€ Even if he wanted it to, Brownโ€™s brain doesnโ€™t shut off. Every sound that exists within a space, husky like an 808 drum or thin like the right piano note, could be manipulated into something. Itโ€™s a curse when it comes to being in public settings, but when heโ€™s in his zone as a producer, it works to his benefit.

Six years, a host of production credits and one very prominent feud with a historic local venue later, Garrett Brown barely even responds to his government name. The gas-mask bunny logo, the smiles and constant acclaim as Trakksounds have all but replaced it. Iโ€™ve dubbed him the next Houston producer to inherit the keyboard crown from Mike Dean. It seems to have stuck just as his Rolodex for producers and friends has increased: Smokerโ€™s Only records for Houston and Atlanta, the Intervention mixtape he released with Austin-based hip-hop blog ThaFixx, beat tapes and more. Heโ€™s taken the well-touched path of Texas rap producer and made it his own. Itโ€™s part of his story now, doing records with Scotty ATL and the Step Brothers duo of Don Trip & Starlito. If he were to step even a little bit out of his created space, the lines would blur and the space-time continuum might collapse onto itself. Sure, thatโ€™s a hyperbolic statement, but Trakksounds right now is akin to Jose Altuve at the plate. Heโ€™s not creating for contact purposes; maneuvering all over the plate in order to make something splash is his newfound purpose.

The Other Side, his latest album, contains all the usual familiarity and camaraderie of a Trakksounds project, only the stakes are a bit higher. For one, Scarface shows up alongside The Suffersโ€™ Kam Franklin for the brick-cold opener โ€œOnce Upon a Time.” Starlito keeps it effortless and direct when it comes to his heroes, they โ€œall had gold teeth in their mouth.โ€ Face deals with the X-Files-like piano stabs and synths by looking backwards as if heโ€™s the only constant in time. โ€œI didnโ€™t heed the warnings,โ€ he raps with that sped-up voice of reckoning that has become his calling card for the past half-decade or so. He could show up as the proverbial man in black from โ€œI Seen a Man Dieโ€ and his conviction would still be the same.

Raised moments for Trakksounds arenโ€™t anything new, though The Other Side contends as a 14-track project with only two or three clear reaches for contemporary listeners and suckers for easy-to-spot samples. The first, โ€œBout It,” twists up Master Pโ€™s infamous 1996 original and marries it to Maxo Kreamโ€™s guttural marauding through the city without a care. Memphisโ€™s Xavier Wulf adds to the built-in animosity created by Maxo by shooting at faceless haters and announcing himself in a new city as if he were the esteemed verified visitor. The original โ€œBout Itโ€ stood hard with gangster machismo and chest thumping. Trakksoundsโ€™s flip laughs with a more brazen approach to being ready for whatever. Thatโ€™s what happens when you employ Maxo to do literally anything.

By contrast, โ€œ11:15โ€ swaps out all the posturing and even-eyed rocking for Kirko Bangzโ€™s storytelling about a woman who wants bigger aspirations than a one-night stand. With the opening horns from TLCโ€™s โ€œCreepโ€ playing a wave of guitars and a glossy-eyed Devin the Dude, itโ€™s a sex anthem without being tongue-in-cheek about it. For a more direct approach with the squelchy notes and talkbox Auto-Tune made famous by Roger Troutman, Trakksounds created a mid-’90s tempo of seduction for Railey Roseโ€™s Blackstreet-tinged โ€œNo Doubt About It.โ€ Variance is what keeps Trakksounds at bay. If he works too hard into that โ€œgirl song, weed song, money songโ€ template laid out to perfection by Puff Daddy & The Hitmen in the mid-’90s, heโ€™ll get stuck in a rut.

Every whispery โ€œTrakksoundsโ€ tag that gets emitted throughout The Other Side gives credence to something different. Some records are cloudy with sleepy atmospherics built to contain a certain high. Others, such as Kevin Gatesโ€™s โ€œRingingโ€ remix, sound spastic, springy, as if they were built and made specifically for 8-bit Nintendo lovers and minimalists. Yet the best moments come from within, those thick, nowhere near soupy constructs where Houston gets its time to eat and live.

โ€œFeel Aliveโ€ is a weed song from T2 the Ghetto Hippie and Dizzy Wright wrapped in enough paranoia to make it seem like getting high is a worthy escape. โ€œOh Lordโ€ with GT Garza, Roosh Williams and Doeman sounds like it was created on a Sunday night in a dimly lit church with all the power driven toward the band onstage. โ€œI told the devil we ainโ€™t finna dance today,โ€ Williams raps and itโ€™s pretty believable. Remember, Roosh Williams is a crazy person and Doeman would cut your head off if you were anybody but yourself on a track. โ€œYou worried about Instagram, Iโ€™m worried about immigrantsโ€ may be the coldest line on The Other Side. Because as often as Trakksounds lends his drums to the passionate, the high and intrigued, he always makes time for those who know it isnโ€™t completely about them.

Which is what separates starry-eyed beatmakers disguised as producers from actual producers.

SONGS OF THE WEEK

BillyRacxx, โ€œWonderlandโ€
Houston adopted BillyRacxx the same way we housed the NBA Finals from the Magic in 1995. It may be time to start getting familiar with the Orlando-to-Houston product as a) heโ€™s under the wing of Trae tha Truth now; and b) โ€œWonderlandโ€ dances in and out of traffic as a head-nodding trip where the only person who could possibly steer it right is Billy himself.

Delorean, โ€œTake Me Back (Intro)โ€
Weโ€™ve already discussed Take Me Back at length. Delorean had a release concert recently at EastDown Warehouse in which he told the world he only raps for validation. But itโ€™s imperative that we tell the world that โ€œTake Me Back (Intro)โ€ is already up there as one of the best Houston rap tracks of 2017.

FreddyING, โ€œLituationโ€
Freddy Inglewood, or in this case Freddy In the Name of God, is haunted by death. Chased by it. Almost consumed by its prospects. Weโ€™ll dive into In The Name of God soon enough, but for now, the wailing guitars and confessional aspect of โ€œLituationโ€ show why Freddy feels safe around his friends, even if he may be losing them to death one by one.


Marc Haize, โ€œDays of My Lifeโ€

Add Marc Haize to the list of artists from the Lone Star State who have moved to California. โ€œI donโ€™t have the time to look back and say what weโ€™ve could have been,โ€ he raps on โ€œDays Of My Life.โ€ The lead track to You Left Me On Scott St. sits in the gospel, then gets up to be secular before running back after family suicide helped refocus Marcโ€™s energy.

Brandon Caldwell has been writing about music and news for the Houston Press since 2011. His work has also appeared in Complex, Noisey, the Village Voice & more.