This is the 11th EP from Jersey City wordsmith Ransom. Coming up as 1/2 of the short-lived duo A-Team alongside Hitchcock, he branched out on his own in 2008 following their disbandment beginning with the full-length debut Street Cinema & the Statik Selektah-produced sophomore effort The Proposal. But it’s been safe to say these last couple years have been his biggest so far whether it be the 5 EPs that he put out produced by Nicholas Craven & his last EP 7 based around the 7 deadly sins or his previous album Heavy’s the Head produced by Big Ghost Ltd., the Rome Streetz collab album Coup de Grâce, or even his last couple albums Chaos is My Ladder, Director’s Cut 4 & Deleted Scenes 2. But I knew Lavish Misery had to be a step above Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child especially with Harry Fraud on production top to bottom.
“Immaculate Conception” is a smooth ass opener to get things going talking about being a God born in human form whereas “Chain of Command” works in these rich piano chords, kicks & snares advising everyone to look at what y’all did to him. “Matchstick Men” takes the orchestral boom bap reminding you to leave the bullshit behind route leading into the soulful “Live from the Roxy” featuring Boldy James talking about staying to themselves because misery loves company.
Approaching the 2nd half of the EP, “The Losses” focuses on the Ws whilst ignoring the Ls bringing a groovier atmosphere instrumentally just before “Wilson Fisk” featuring 38 Spesh spaciously likening themselves to the Kingpin from the Marvel franchise. “Eye of the Storm” tackles the richness of his pain with some synthesizers backing him, but then “& 1” finishes Lavish Misery by ruggedly breaking down a long road to recovery.
Ransom has already been one of the most consistent MCs that hip hop has seen in recent memory, but he really did give us a classic EP as we begin to near the end of the first quarter of the new year. The features are kept to a minimum yet both of them maintain his level & Harry Fraud’s production is more consistent Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child last fall so the Jersey City vet can find exuberance in his distresses.
Score: 9/10