In the Low Country, there lies dormant an artistic few. Maybe ahead of theirs, maybe on their time. In a ridiculously unsaturated tri-state area (save Camouflage) lies a Travis Scottesque, hold the bullshit, "man of many hats:" LoKuntry. Okay, another household name? Maybe a marijuana induced flow; carved out with auto tune and whatever is left of Activis? Something I not only respected, but admired. There is something to be respected about an artist; but even more an artist who keeps his mind on his work. We all know 99% doesn't amount to shit, we live in a world where we are ten toes in, or we may as well have the integrity of the bum in flip-flops filling out lottery tickets as we impatiently wait to grab a pack of white owls. In this post 808's Era we (the Millennials) hear music with a sigh and a scowl, unable to accept the future. And becoming the defining difference. Our fondness of hate is high in the south, sans actually admiring what goes into it. Which, I can attest, is quite a lot of bullshit. So, let us welcome someone who may be the Key that opens the door; or the inevitable Brick that opens the window: "Lo' Kuntry" .