Listening to Tovi’s “Jiggy” is what I imagine it was like to sit in a dark room in 1994 taking in Bone Thugs’ group prayer on “Mr. Quija” for the first time. The Philly drill weirdo pushes the hushed, faded-out flows Ot7Quanny and NR Boor have tinkered with to the brink, rapping like a vengeful mummy back from the afterlife. Every time I show Tovi’s cryptic, horrorcore-adjacent rap to a friend, the immediate response has been a hand on my shoulder, followed by, “Are you doing alright, man?” As expected, “Jiggy” is a psychedelic, barely one-minute oddity with a flickering beat that sounds half-finished in the best way and gruff whispering that’s so over-the-top you’ll need to rely on the captions in the music video. His lyrics aren’t actually that spooky—lots of talk of getting money and BBLs—but he says them like he found them written on a basement wall in red paint. However “Jiggy” came to be, I am just glad to have Tovi popping out from the shadows every six months or so to drop 90 seconds of unholiness.
