There’s three or four rappers in my regular rotation who I first heard about on Osyris Israel mixes, and one of them is Ghandrx. She didn’t click for me until earlier this year, when I heard her reach a flow state over Gloworm’s 4XL white tee era trap horns on “Hello Moto.” A few months back, I went to a Bushwick bar to see her perform, but showed up too late and only caught one song, which I could barely make out through a wall as a couple tongued each other down next to me. It still sounded pretty cool, though. The music is more of a vibe anyway. Like her new track, “Fiji,” where she captures the glazed, swagged-out cadence of traditional Atlanta melodies—think something like “Butta B”—but chiller. Osyris (and Glumboy) is on the beat, and the ghostly near-ambience with faintly ticking drums and what sounds like little mouth-pops turns the whole track into the kind of mood I would edit over the Phil Collins scene from the Miami Vice pilot if I was tech savvy. I keep on humming it to myself as I go through my day.
