Top on my list of rappers with dumb names is the Bronx emcee, A Boogie wit da Hoodie. I don’t know about you, but every time I hear this 21-year-old’s stage name, I don’t picture a man, but rather the Mucinex booger character wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. For someone so young, so atrociously appellated, and so inexperienced — his first album came out last year — I’d expect little from A Boogie, but that’s far from the case. Everyone from Forbes to The New York Times has written about him, and he aver- ages more than three million listeners a month on Spotify despite the fact that he’s only released one al- bum, one EP, and five singles. His voice, while sharp and creaky, is nothing to write home about, nor is it unique enough to be able to identify amid a throng of other rappers. Really, the only thing that stands out about him to me is the production of his songs. Effervescent and club-ready, A Boogie’s instrumentals pull inspiration from the islands and dancehall, which lends an exotic lilt to his music that helps differentiate him from other rappers (except for PARTYNEXTDOOR, who also dabbles in similar sounds). A Boogie should also be commended for dropping two projects in the span of one year, which is a feat for any artist, but especially for a newcomer such as him. Time will tell if A Boogie lives up to the hype he garnered during 2016, and who knows? Maybe he sounds even better live than he does recorded.
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie with Netta Brielle, at 8 p.m., Sunday, Jan. 22, at the New Parish in Oakland. $20; thenewparish.com.