Chow Lee’s ‘Sex Drive’ Is Himbo Hedonism at Its Finest
That album cover is just the beginning.
According to his Instagram, Chow Lee considers himself a “sex worker philanthropist.” And the way he talks about sexual encounters on record really does feel rooted in charity and goodwill. His songs have the intimacy and detail of diary entries, but I doubt the person behind bars like “How do you feel about sending that pussy through text on iMessage?” is capable of feeling enough shame to hide them in a book. That earnest silliness is half the appeal of all sexy drill, the subgenre that combines New York drill drums and Jersey club samples and tempos into frenetic love songs. But it’s especially true for Lee.
Unlike his frequent collaborator Cash Cobain, who leans more on punchlines and wordplay to keep his songs fun, Lee’s sexcapades are startlingly direct. “The city, they jackin’ the movement/Your titties, I’m jackin’ the cup size,” he says on “Advance w Her,” the intro track to his latest album, Sex Drive. He’s not above making a joke or two, but the bluntness of his lust, and the breeziness of his raps, do most of the heavy lifting. Though Lee dropped 2023’s Hours After the Club around the time sexy drill began cresting in the mainstream, Sex Drive feels more like his statement piece, a display as colorful and unhinged as the air-brushed, trunk-rattling quickie depicted on its cover.
