Underground hip-hop veterans, Dillon and Batsauce have been making unorthodox rap music collectively for almost 20 years with a easy system: Batsauce makes the beats, Dillon writes the songs, and no matter occurs, occurs. After carving out their very own lane with a catalog of EPs and LPs over the previous 20 years, the duo has lastly slowed down sufficient to ask themselves, “what have we carried out”?

Is the title of their newest effort rhetorical or meant to be an precise query? In that case, Dillon and Batsauce most likely don’t need to know the reply. They most likely don’t need you, the listener to suppose an excessive amount of about it both. As an alternative, What Have We Finished is an invite to expertise the trials and tribulations, the small wins and the massive losses of being getting older unbiased artists in an more and more cut-throat world for music makers. 

However Dillon & Batsauce aren’t the one ones on this joyride, we additionally hear from a well-curated crew of characters they’ve befriended alongside the way in which, from bonafide legends like Grand Puba and Kool Keith to modern-day rap heroes, Quelle Chris & Reef the Misplaced Cauze. The tip end result  is a group of songs that runs the gamut from private to aspirational to … delusional.  Whether or not it’s “an excessive amount of’”or “not sufficient,” the reply to the query, “what have we carried out?” stays open to interpretation. Maybe it’s not a query in any respect, however merely the naturally visceral response when profession creators look again at a life lived on the sting.

What Have We Finished is due out July 12 by way of Full Plate. Along with hitting DSPs, the album can be obtainable on vinyl, CD, and cassette, with varied merch obtainable together with T-shirts and collectable keychains. Within the meantime, head over your most popular streaming platform to assist the Grand Puba assisted single,  “Cannonball, “ a funk-infused banger the place Dillon and the legendary emcee commerce verses and intelligent wordplay about relationships, wack rappers, and every part in between over Batsauce’s infectious manufacturing.