South Florida isn’t generally known as a hip-hop Mecca but Seven Star is looking to change that. A city mostly known for Luke dancers and booty music may be a difficult place to break through, but Seven Star is hellbent on making the average hip-hop head look towards the south for real lyricism. With that comes a collection of old, present, and previously unreleased material that best describes this talented emcee. His opus into the rap game is titled My Mother and Father Were Astronauts.

     Seven Star is an artist who takes his craft quite seriously and it shows on this collection of material. Delivering insightful narratives amongst superb melodic backdrops forces My Mother and Father… to become a distinct force to be reckoned with. He constructs songs out of the sheer burden of life and exposes his soul throughout the 12 tracks. When he verbalizes his affinity for the female species on “Gender Affection”, he shines as the vibrant production of Induce careens wickedly around every syllable that comes out of Seven’s mouth. By embracing his intense insightfulness, Seven Star glows amongst a sea of murky downtrodden artists that plague hip hop today. “Supernatural Tangents” grooves at a peaceful pace as Seven lets his thoughts run wild. “Alice” may be the track that garners the most attention as he recites a break up letter of sorts to his mother. The moody production matches the setting created as he speaks of the apparent abandonment, emotionally and physically, by his mother. The listener can almost feel the pain that Seven Star speaks of without it sounding crafter out of thin air.

     The beautiful production of Manuvers (who produces a majority of the album) is calm enough to put you to sleep, but provides just enough bounce to become a remarkable work of its own. As Seven Star pens thought after thought, Manuvers delivers the perfect soundscape for Seven to paint his vivid imagery against. The harmonic voices and moving strings of “Clairvoyages” is the perfect example of how well Manuvers provides the perfect layer of production to compliment Seven Star’s style.

    If one had to make a complaint about My Mother and Father Were Astronauts, it would have to be that the album moves at a constant pace that may lull a hip-hop head or two to sleep. Not really a bad thing, but those who look for a constant change in gears may not truly appreciate Seven Star’s music. Nonetheless, a virtual unknown from South Florida makes a significant impact with his collection of material. Now the next question is… “When do we get more?”