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Rob Gullatte is human being, part Marvel villain on his latest album, Gullactic Visions.

Alief, Texas is enjoying a renaissance kind of year. There haven’t been this many points put on the board by men (and women) of the Southwest Houston enclave since Rashad Lewis was at Elsik. There are tough guys, and former football players turned outright poets. But before them all, there was the beleaguered, skinny man thoughts and ravenous energy of Rob Gullatte.

Gullatte is older, wiser and probably more scarred by not just Houston rap shit but life shit than his Alief peers. Maxo Kream may have the downhill speed of a running back when he raps, but Gullatte wisely picks and chooses his spots like Tony Dorsett in his prime. Tobe Nwigwe, cautious with a curl route of a comeback flow rarely looks away from the camera when he raps. Gullatte brings the camera dead in your face and dares you to take it all in. In the past five years since Abortion: The Project, Robert Gullatte has had his body betray him on numerous occasions. He’s been openly vocal like an old cuss who has seen two generations of Houston rap emerge and undergo mistakes. Gullatte has even threatened retirement but it never truly stuck. Gullactic Visions is all Rob has. To be a pained hero viewed as the villain.

The amount of “real life shit” Gullatte packs into his rhymes cannot be ignored. There’s no way one can avoid them. His mom, long a champion of his and a woman who warned him of the trappings of life, is incarcerated. He just had a daughter who has done nothing but smoothes out his rough edges, but he’s still weary that his son is a perfect example. Doctors can’t give him a straight answer on his health; he’s continuously considered himself a grouchy optimist.

Led by the singles “Galaxy” and “My Own Way”, Gullactic Visions isolates the thirty-something rappers voice over everyone else’s. Note and Kam Franklin are the credited vocalists but the rest of voices on the album? Those belong to Gullatte; his thoughts, his anxieties and passions that snowball throughout the album’s 13-track length. It’s purposefully done that way. Always in possession one of the city’s sharpest pens, Gullatte’s delivery is even crisper here, especially on the Harold Burns produced, “The Start.”

“It was important to keep the album free of features, considering the fact that I haven’t released a solo album in 5 years,” Gullatte said. “I wanted people to feel the full spectrum of my songwriting ability and real-life experience.”

With production from PugTunes, Donnie Houston, Jett I. Masstyr and more, Gullactic Visions brings us back to the world of Houston rap’s version of Dusty Rhodes. Hard times have hit Gullatte in many moments. Yet he’s still the American dream. Tattered and all. Stream Gullactic Visions via Bandcamp below.