It’s quite an achievement at this stage in the game to get noticed via dirty talk, but the first time you hear “212” that’s what sticks with you. Azealia Banks’ perfectly timed, sweet-voiced threat as the track drops out (“Imma ruin you, cunt”) is the song’s hotline to virality, its VIP pass to buzz. So she’s an internet novelty? Hardly. “212” works because its popcraft and its shock tactics are each other’s Trojan horses — concentrate on one and the other sneaks up on you. MORE
Oh man, this 212 song is loaded with all the naughty, dirty sass I could ever bargain for. I like!