It’s not that Clams has lost his way so much as he’s walking around in circles, repeatedly putting his footprints over ground he’s already trod over. So, if you’ve been underwhelmed by the last five or so years of Clams Casino, Winter Flower, his new mini-album might further your disappointment or just be enjoyed as a pleasant little beat tape from a producer who once made you feel like your headphones were turning inside out. As a forgery by another artist, it might impress. The entirely instrumental Moon Trip Radio revived the atmosphere some, but not with nearly the amount of potency as his best work. Debut album 32 Levels felt hollow, with neither Clams nor his guests bringing the best out in each other. So great was Clams at mixing the beautiful with the surreal that you could find yourself having an out-of-body experience to a Lil B song with the line, “Bruh think I’m gay cause I’m grindin’ in my tiny pants.”īut the latter half of the decade was nowhere as successful for Clams as the first half. A$AP,” it’s no coincidence that many of the best tracks (“Palace,” “Bass”) are Clams productions. Clams Casino, wasn’t behind all of the songs on “Live.
And although New Jersey beatsmith Mike Volpe, a.k.a.
