On His new single “This That,” Ollie Declares Intent With Crisp Production, Honest Lyricism, and Melodic Drive
City grit tastes sweeter when you earn it yourself as Ollie has released his song “This That,” a mid-tempo Pop-Rap/Trap spark from the forthcoming More Than Music Forever, and it moves like confidence learning to dance. Mellow guitar-tinted riffs sketch the silhouette while clean, punchy drums and a smooth bass carry the spine; the mix leaves oxygen between transients so the vocal can vault. He folds alternative textures into melodic hip-hop, turning autobiography into propulsion.
Lyrically, the record frames resilience not as swagger but as muscle memory. Indeed, the hook feels like a self-addressed postcard: direct, unfussy, impossible to misplace. Verses chart the long way round—no shortcuts, no cosigns—delivered with a warm grain that keeps the boast human. In fact, the writing lands because it declines theatrics; each line sounds chiseled from the patient stone that built the career.
The production understands restraint. Percussive hits are crisp without sandpaper, bass is without mud, and the guitars remain mellow enough to glow behind bars. Moreover, small ear-candy—ad-lib tails, a tucked synth smear—keeps replay value high without clutter. The track’s soulfulness comes from alignment: content, cadence, and mix all agree on who Ollie is.
However, listeners craving a beat switch or a left-field bridge may find the structure conservative; a late detour could have amplified the triumph. Still, “This That” does exactly what debut chapters should: it declares intent, pays for its confidence, and leaves the engine running.
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