In the video for "Vodka on the Weekend," Archibald Slim doesn't blink once. It could be the drugs, or the drink, or maybe the steely, paranoid focus that informed the Atlanta rapper's show stealing last verse: Get knocked, post bail, go sell again/ come look, come smell, go tell you friends/ unless they told before, cause they'll tell again. The same matter-of-fact bars coat Archie's full-length, He's Drunk!--alcoholism is a band-aid from the interlocked cycle of poverty, racism, and crime he sees every day. The tape's quietest asset ironically bangs the loudest: in-house producer KeithCharles Spacebar builds trunk rattlers that sneak in a soulful hue, like on "StayBlackandDie," where the drums literally float back and forth between crunchy cymbal breaks and knotty 808s. Awful Records cohorts Father and RichPo pop up, but Archibald Slim holds his own throughout this proper debut.