Remember Doughbeezy's Reggie Bush and Kool-Aid?

Houston's history is dotted with albums that, fairly or not, have been swept aside. We'll examine them here. Have an album that you think nobody knows about but should? Email sheaserrano@gmail.com.

Doughbeezy is, at the moment, one of the city's brighter points of light. He raps fast and with a very distinct swerve, his tone settling in somewhere around the pinched-tenor flagpole.

He has been grown in the hard soil of Southeast Houston, and over the course of about six months has gone from having his name followed with a question mark (Doughbeezy?) to an exclamation point (Doughbeezy!).

Reggie Bush and Kool-Aid is his first full-length effort. There are bits of brilliance on there and there are bits on there that are not brilliant; fortunately, there are far more of the former than the latter.

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Best Song on the Album: "Light You Up," the album's ethereal opener, is the walk-away best here. It jumps from tunneled to overt sonically, with DB's voice shifting between sleepy to keyed-up with the same velocity a Ferrari takes corners with. The song bears a tangential relationship to Drake's "Light Up" (at least aesthetically).

Worst Song on the Album: "In The Morning." It's about how a woman should wake her man up in the morning by performing fellatio on him. Morning fellatio isn't a terrible idea, mind you - matter of fact, it's probably the best idea in the world - but it just doesn't work as the spine of a song that is clearly trying to take itself seriously.

The chorus: "Suck that boy in the morning, suck that boy in the morning, suck that boy in the morning, sun rising while I'm yawning"

Incidentally, the song that comes on immediately after it is called "Neck." It's about fellatio too (anytime fellatio, not just morning fellatio). "Neck" succeeds because it doesn't make any attempt to be anything other than a song about head. It's poppy and clap-heavy and built to be played loudly at the club and nowhere else and it seems to understand that entirely. It's like a grown man version of "You're a Jerk."

Line From The Album That Makes You Say, "Hey, Wait A Sec": "My first three words were, 'Bitch, I'm on it." Cool, cool... hey, wait a sec...