that's rank​!​!

by Kitz Willman

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that's rank!! was recorded in late summer 2019 in Kingston, Ontario. the project is entirely self-recorded, self-produced, and released through Banned Era Records.

each song on that's rank!! orbits around a hook or refrain while sonically tracing the lineage of jazz oriented hip-hop. unlike previous KW releases, this project follows the guidelines of traditional pop songwriting. this is especially true for the cover of Blaze Foley's "Clay Pigeons" that closes out the album.

in terms of production, the sound on that's rank!! is simple; piano, bass, drums, and saxophone. while there's a mixture of additional sounds throughout, this classic quartet jazz set-up is the base from front to back. the beats are much more accessible than prior KW projects. production is especially straightforward on "Catch Crop," guided by nothing more than a piano, bass, snare, and a kick drum. the record's greatest sonic departure comes with "Constant Vision," featuring sampled guitar, thundering kicks, and a distorted woodwind outro. the remaining tracks fall within the perimeter of piano chords and the constant ping and patter of a jazzy ride cymbal.

this album is the second vocal+production release from Kitz Willman in 2019, accompanying the also-19-minute sprinter speak in marathon.

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released November 19, 2019

Kitz Willman - vocals, production, saxophone, engineering, art design

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producer/rapper from Treaty 6 Saskatoon currently in Kingston.

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Track Name: Commit to the Damage
what're you gonna do?

i solemnly swear
i solemnly swear not
to ever fall the you know where

commit to the damage
like close-to-the-speaker standing
commit to the damage
like skateboarders landing
commit to the damage
how much shit can you manage?
can you commit to the damage?
commit, c'mon, damnit!

before they burn this planet
can you commit to the damage
counterfeit guns and badges
lootin cafes and takin all the finger sandwiches
linger like slow bandwith is
keeping you on the loading screen
i'm no go-between hypocrite
commit or get rid of it
i'm staunch in what i stand up for
more truth than i could ever cup pour
loud youth to open up the front door
in the booth i'd rather say "up yours!"
i'd rather say "eat glue!"
but that wouldn't teach you
with a skull like an emu
sand for shampoo
in a sheep fescue
with a stock world view
and it's loaded up
with tired tropes
eyes full of gunk
garbage day street's full of funk
get your walk in before the sun come up
shipwreck sheltie, sunken mutt
dunkin mud water sippin in the USA
it's in the timid way that people pay for music on the sidewalk
ya'll wonder why i ride hock
full grip hittin the side chock
Pharoah Sanders makin that sly squawk comin out his saxophone
no metronome for that hand bone
and no cologne in my Camaro
'cause it's a Yenko
Ukrainian flamenko
modern day Schevchenko
with that mentorship composure
and if you ever spell my name wrong on a show poster, show hoster
i will show holster
that line's just supposed to make sure that my tickets'll bolster
your income and then some
you're welcome!!

commit to the damage
like close-to-the-speaker standin
commit to the damage
like skateboarders landin
commit to the damage
how much shit can you manage?
can you commit to the damage?
commit, c'mon, damnit!

(just might be you)
can you commit to the damage before they burn this planet?
(just might be you)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Track Name: Constant Vision
there's a colour named you in my constant vision
it's a twilight moon, watch the park glisten
then walk home and pet a cat named Chicken
yeah, we're fuckin in the kitchen

there's a colour named you in my constant vision
constant vision

everything i ever said i said i'll say it again
again, again, again, again, again, again
the bed, the van, the bed, the van, the couch
the ouch as requested
the summer suggestion
like mother's own method
manifested
up from any standard without qualifier
ursa minor as we both retire
liars sold to a cease fire
breach buyer
mirror-like magnifier
cook fryer
prairie Paris respire

god damn, i rose in it
must've been a near month-long minute
there's a colour named you in my constant vision
the twilight moon insisted that we speak a sound
that's the way the world goes round
that's the way the world goes round
that's the way that the world is gonna hurt us
life's got a rude purpose
so get that room service

there's a colour named you in my constant vision
it's a twilight moon, watch the park glisten
then walk home and pet a cat named Chicken
yeah, we're fuckin in the kitchen

in my constant vision
the luna moon is messin me up

in my constant vision
Track Name: Pay No Moon No Sun No Mind
in the magic of the sun
the day had just begun like any other one
i curse both man and god and step into myself
and step into my green jeans and go to Queen's
congregate some gasoline
then gather round the guillotine
it's quite the scene
midday sans soleil stray solar splay
it was so pleasant then to pray
a ritual like spinning clay or hitting brass
a village near too far to pass without lending out my silver flask
to be re-tasked in the lake's mirror image

and on those nights of high tide
my ride awaits and it's on the kit
the sun it hit in golden light
the sky seemed bright
but not for long did the sun stay kind
pay no moon no sun no mind

the sky stayed bright most summer days
until the sun blew
the sun blew up and set the world ablaze
as though just wakened up, i gaze at the palace

this bridge in flames
this bridge in rubble
a soothing phrase tied truth to trouble
but not for long did the sun stay kind
pay no moon no sun no mind


and on those nights of high tide
my ride awaits and it's on the kit
the sun it hit in golden light
the sky seemed bright
but not for long did the sun stay kind
pay no moon no sun no mind
Track Name: Catch Crop
that's rank!!
that's really really rank!!

when i was in second grade
substitute teacher said, "well that's a real good name for a border collie"

well that's a real good name for pup
well that's a real good name to shoutout at the pub
shoutout in the club
shoutout in the park
shoutout of the window of the car, year
poop plaster fro ma kon crow
forecaster says a warm lull
knifeslasher but your blade dull
i'm in the pasture with the herd cull, yeah
so if you yuppies wanna catch crop
with your shittszu at the truck stop
i'll put you puppets through a work shop
oh yeah i'll sock you with that lamb chop you fuckin cop

i used to guard the investment and now i'm out here askin all of these questions
Track Name: Clay Pigeons
i'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
gonna get a ticket to ride
gonna find that homie with two or three kids
and sit down by their side
ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'bout two or three times
smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people i meet
and get along with it all
go down where the people say "y'all"
sing a song with a friend
change the shape that i'm in
and get back in the game, start playin' again
i'd like to stay
but i might have to go to start over again
might go back down to Saskatoon
might go to somewhere that i've never been
and get up in the mornin' and go out at night
and i won't have to go home
get used to bein' alone
change the words to this song, start singin' again
i'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin'
for answers to questions that i already know
i could build me a castle of memories
just to have somewhere to go
count the days and the nights that it takes
to get back in the saddle again

feed the pigeons some clay
turn the night into day
start talkin' again
when i know what to say

i'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
gonna get a ticket to ride
gonna find that homie with two or three kids
and sit down by their side
ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'bout two or three times
feed the pigeons some clay
turn the night into day
start talkin' again when i know what to say

feed the pigeons some clay
turn the night into day

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