At this point, there’s a drill variant in nearly every major city in America, but none will put your moral contradictions to the test like the scene in Philadelphia

In recent years, Philly drill rappers have turned the genre’s complicated brutality into theatrical horrorcore heavy on hoops analogies and religious symbolism

The most famous of the bunch is Skrilla, who merged the evil-ass choir-drill beats—popularized by local guys like Ot7Quanny and Lil Buckss—with darkly spiritual (and, yes, memeable) lyricism and exploitative world-building

Deeper under the surface, masked showmen like HappyDranker and Tovi fill their drowned-out diss tracks with mythmaking fit for comic books

The overall scene feels so over the top and stagey that it’s sometimes easy to forget that you are in fact listening to one of the darkest permutations of drill music

With West Philly’s Reemo, the weight of his words are never an afterthought

In comparison to all of the costume rappers lurking in the city’s shadows, he is the contemplative traditionalist, light on gimmicks

Reemo’s new mixtape, Kyriemo Irving—which includes sick illustrated cover art that features him going for a finger roll at a playground in hell, while an opponent points a gun in the air like Wood Harris at the end of Above the Rim—is full of hungry day-in-the-life raps and meditations on fate from the school of Meek and G Herbo

He’s not a technical buzzsaw like either of those guys, but he has their style of breathless storytelling on lock

“And them funerals when you know you got to get back for the dead, that’s a horrible feeling,” he raps on the jazzy “OverKill,” with the worn-down voice of someone recovering from a bad cold

He’s thinking about the human emotions that a lot of modern drill skips in favor of menace

I wouldn’t consider Reemo an old soul, though: He embraces the blunted flows and drama integral to Philly drill of the moment

“She look in my eyes, I can’t lie to her/Even my mom know we the ones giving vacations,” he mutters over the faded, 42 Dugg-core drums of “In the Past

” He does run into the same problems a lot of other rappers on the circuit do when stretching their bars into a full-length mixtape: too many mushy Creed montage beats (the biggest offenders are the generic soul samples of “Life Is Good” and “Hoop on the Road”), too much time spent on fucking other dudes’ girlfriends (we need to bring back diaries)

That would irk me more if the writing wasn’t otherwise sharp and tonally flexible

He can be funny: He considers messing with a broke girl to be as much of a taboo as eating pork

He spits Marcus Camby and Udonis Haslem punchlines, then tells a story about scaring his latest fling with his PTSD-induced nightmares and cold sweats

“Ray Lewis” is a raw vignette with a King Von level of violent detail, but an unexpected dose of dreaminess and sentimentality