RiFF RAFF’s latest record “Neon Icon” is number zero on my top albums of 2014 list. It’s better than every other album and it’s also worse than every other album. It defies classification. It is a stereotype. It is "Iceberg Simpson Tip Toe Wing In Ya Jawwdinz." It costs less than $15 – but you probably can’t afford it.
Essentially a hybrid of trap music, hip-hop and glitzy electronica, "Neon Icon" is subject as form. Everything RiFF RAFF (aka Jody Highroller) stands for and represents – rainbowed fashion that struts the line between cheesy and aesthetically pleasing, a kaleidoscopic, interconnected view of popular culture — is mirrored through his pristine and vibrant production, his propulsive scattershot flow and his genre-hopping stylistic switch-ups. In this way, "Neon Icon" is simultaneously expensive and trashy, ridiculous and deadly serious.
If anything, RiFF RAFF’s “Neon Icon” is an awesome product of charisma. It resonates Highroller's personality and breathes welcome life into the fairytale-esque images of lavish wealth and style that so many rappers slog through. It’s the sort of record that lives in a very specific, unique world of its own, one that makes a great case for RiFF RAFF’s cult following.
I know that I speak for my fellow RiFF RAFF fans when I say the world of RiFF RAFF can sometimes feel sadly distanced. I just don’t have the dough to pick myself up a Versace Sleeping Bag and I probably never will. But have no fear! RiFF RAFF constantly references fashion houses and cologne in his raps, giving away the secrets of the his olfactory aura. The second half of this article is here to have you “Smelling Like Miami,” whatever the heck that means.
- DOLCE & GABBANA
- JOOP
- VERSACE
Alright, reader. You’re ready to walk into the club smelling like Power Ranger with a working knowledge of the "Neon Icon" himself and an artistic excuse to pick up a new record. You have a VIP Pass to the Heart of RiFF RAFF — it’d be a shame if you don’t open it.