Red Pill’s newest album, “Instinctive Drowning,” is his most personal opus to date. Collaborating with producer Ill Poetic, the new album is an extremely personal and vulnerable composition. The project is a glimpse into the depths of Red Pill’s psyche, balancing both tragedy and hope in a way that is ultimately sincere and beautiful.
Consider yourself lucky if you can’t empathize with Red Pill. No one channels bleakness better than the blue-collar Michigan MC, whose sophomore solo LP for Mello Music Group, “Instinctive Drowning” plays out like the ghost of Bukowski on a snarling bender. His songs are lifelines for the doomed, death letters written for fatigued skeptics, the anthems of an existence precariously balanced among a fifth of gin and a loaded .38 revolver aimed at the temple.