“Driving Off Cliffs” - Nerves Baddington
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Nerves Baddington are back—the Denver-based duo (Inkline on the mic, Kilgore Doubt on the beats) launch headfirst into their sixth full-length album, Driving Off Cliffs, like they’ve got nothing to lose and everything to say. It’s dense and it’s deliberate.
Every February, these two drop a full album. No frills, no gimmicks, just sharpened craft and sharpened knives. This one hits different.
Driving Off Cliffs feels like that moment right before the car flies—adrenaline spiked, eyes wide, the air charged with meaning. It’s a road trip through late-stage capitalism, and the GPS is glitching. Inkline and Kilgore Doubt aren’t here to guide you—they're riding shotgun in the chaos, offering cryptic commentary over cerebral loops and beats that knock like a landlord at the first of the month.
Inkline is one of those rappers who can go from deadpan observation to full-blown poet in a single verse. He doesn’t just rap about the system—he dissects it, flips it upside down, and roasts it on a spit made of metaphor. Whether he’s reflecting on burnout, digital decay, or existential dread, there’s always something razor-sharp behind the bars.
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Kilgore Doubt, meanwhile, builds worlds. The production on this album is a melting pot of dusty boom-bap, murky synths, ambient textures, and that signature Nerves unease. It’s equal parts gritty and cinematic—music made for driving at night while the city burns in your rearview.
They didn’t overstuff the guest list—every collab hits.Time brings some rugged introspection, whilst SAYGO! and Ozu8lack float with finesse and edge. C.A.m lnz comes through with the kind of energy that jolts the system. The features don’t just fill space—they enhance the vibe, like unexpected passengers in the car who end up steering for a minute.
“Not Bad” and “Golf Claps” come to life with animations from Krookid Hooks, who somehow captures the exact balance of weird, wild, and ominous this album lives in. These aren’t just music videos—they’re fever dream cartoons with a side of class war commentary.
Driving Off Cliffs isn’t a joyride—it’s a resignation letter to sanity, scribbled in graffiti across a broken windshield. It’s got banger energy, bookworm depth, and enough lyrical genius to keep you hitting replay.
This is Nerves Baddington at their rawest, most refined, and most relevant.
So buckle up, blast it loud, and aim for the edge.
”Driving Off Cliffs” is available now on all major streaming platforms
