It’s one of the slowest and most experimental-sounding things Peep has released, completely lacking the big hook that usually injected some swagger into his sway. Clams brings out one of his most alluring and atypical beats: just a few warm blots of guitar barely connected to isolated drumhits. It is produced by Clams Casino, who is old enough now in internet-rap time that to someone as young as Peep, he might as well have been DJ Premier. In life, it would have simply marked another dimension to his still-developing sound. “Call me on my iPhone, I don’t pick it up much/I been losing friends, I don’t feel right,” he mutters. New music from the recently dead always arrives trailing unwelcome ghosts, and now what might have been just another hazy, downcast little jewel of a song from a promising artist has to be understood, at least partially, through death. The song is one of the first full songs we’ve heard since Åhr, better known as Lil Peep, died of a fentanyl and Xanax overdose last November.
