Sometimes, everything just comes together.

Mach-Hommy has enjoyed a reasonable increase in attention since friend and collaborator Earl Sweatshirt dropped by to handle handle all production duties for last year's exhaustively titled Fetes des Morts AKA Dia de Los Muertes. Proving something of a latter day underground leader, in spite of hailing from New Jersey, Hommy has been key, alongside the likes of MIKE and the Griselda crew, in proving NY-styled hip hop is alive and well, if grounded in nostalgia and rebuilding the classics of yesteryear. He's found kinship and an ideal match in Atlanta rapper Tha God Fahim, who regularly contributes beats and verses to his projects, making this dual release a natural move.

While MIKE has gone on to noteworthy acclaim and Westside Gunn and Conway of Griselda leapt onto Shady Records, Hommy has largely remained at a simmer. Part of this is by choice, the young man is self-made to the letter, shying away from major (or even minor) label help, instead dropping $1,000 mixtapes and solo power moves of the like.

If there's any justice to be found in 2018, and heads pay enough mind, the amusingly titled DUCK SZN: Chinese Algebra will rally more listeners to Mach and Fahim's cause. It's hardly their first team effort, but surely their most essential. Things have indeed, seemingly, simply come together.

Every beat serves Hommy flawlessly, capturing the vibe of an icy cold record without ever falling into the all-too easy perils of mimicry. While Earl may have made for an attention-getting partner (and a strong one, at that), Hommy is served even better by Fahim's (and his own) understated yet spacious soundscapes. Every guest conducts themselves with aplomb, locked into energized, convicted verses. Hommy himself has never sounded better, imposingly confident at every turn. At 9 tracks, there's no room for fat, with not a moment wasted across a breezy, infintely repeatable, 28 minutes.

I hadn't even intended to write this. In a busy month, it seemed a small release, and it hadn't exactly been quiet on the throwback front: Roc Marciano and the aforementioned Conway had just released their own salvos, both of which releases, frankly, I'd anticipated more than one from this pair. Yet, it was Chinese Algebra I found myself coming back, time and again, daily. In short, this effort is so good it obligated a reaction. I can't think of much a harder sell for an already unrecognized effort. Whether you're cruising the highway or comfily relegated to couch music, few rap releases in recent memory will serve you better. What the strong duo may lack in flash, they more than make up for in focus and execution. Learn your maths.