Since Whole Lotta Red , the rage rap arms race has been chugging along, but how much more of the maximalist production styles, rabid flows, and “punk” aesthetics, designed to soundtrack the gnarliest moshpits (and sell a lot of band tees), can we take? I’ve been feeling this fatigue since the combo of OsamaSon ’s Jump Out and Che ’s Rest In Bass hit the e-streets. Sure, both tapes pushed the distorted pandemonium to the brink, but they also stripped away the regional specificity of the Opium-