Juiceboxxx Credit: Ebru Yildiz

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Milwaukee native Juiceboxxx has spent the better part of his life rummaging through American music, constructing and hard-wiring a DIY career using sources of inspiration other artists would consider refuse: crusty Japanese punk comps, battered 80s-house 12-inches, high-powered rap-rock singles, barbaric noise-band discographies, jittery futuristic rap loosies stripped from Soundcloud, and Springsteen B sides (OK, that last one isn’t too far-fetched). Juiceboxxx, or JB if you will, has put rap first and foremost for more than a decade, weathering the kinds of ups and downs that not even folks who’ve become permanent fixtures in our nation’s basement circuit have experienced. Sure, plenty of underground musicians have performed to fewer people than the number of fingers they’ve got on both hands, but how many of those veterans have also opened for Public Enemy and had a book written about them? (That would be Leon Neyfakh’s The Next Next Level: A Story of Rap, Friendship, and Almost Giving Up.) JB’s forthcoming Dangerbird debut, Freaked Out American Loser, is his most concise fusion of his broad, eclectic musical taste and his earnest, enthusiastic rap-rock anthems thus far. The area of overlap in the Venn diagram of punk and rap has grown over the past decade, but few people have made songs that gel as well as “Guts and Tension,” which splices thick breakbeats with rubber-burning guitar riffs.   v