With a name like Chuck iNDigo, I already knew what to expect sonically. Not only were the bars impeccable, the machine-gun delivery was carried by a flow of gold. Off rip, I was intrigued by the visual. I love seeing Black people perform, or create, inside a horror/suspense atmosphere. Chuck opens the scene in a blood-stained white shirt in the middle of a field, while gazing menacingly at the camera. This headshot properly pays homage to the Stanley Kubrick effect. I can’t help but point out the heavy Dreamville/JID sound I pick up from his voice, but even so, it’s nothing less than a compliment. The hook is definitely haunting, and reminds me of ‘End of Daze by Spillage Village. I’m looking forward to future releases from the self-proclaimed ‘status quo agitator’.