Yango Lyrics – Blanco | from “Paradise On A Lifeboat EP”

Blanco steers into deeper currents with Paradise On A Lifeboat, his six-track EP washing ashore November 21, 2025, and Yango crashes in second, a brooding trap ripple that tugs at the frayed edges of escape, like chasing calm in a storm you half-want to drown in.

Blanco’s always woven that quiet storm into his bars, the kind born from East London’s grind, and Yango feels like a natural crest. It’s got his signature UK flavor—drill’s sharp pulse softened by R&B haze—but with a thematic undercurrent of false havens, where paradise is just a lifeboat adrift, pulling from the isolation he unpacked on his last loose cuts. No features here, just Blanco solo, letting the production breathe space for lines that hint at holding on when everything’s slipping, a nod to the personal weight he’s carried since blowing up young.

This EP isn’t a full dive; it’s a compact liferaft of reflection, kicking off with the lead Regime that set the tone back in October, rolling through Porto Alegre’s wanderlust vibes, a Kidwild-assisted One More Day for that rare warmth, then Akaza and Reborn to close the loop on rebirth amid the wreck. The whole thing clocks under 16 minutes, a tight vessel for Blanco’s evolution from raw street tales to something more layered, like he’s mapping survival as its own kind of bliss.

Blanco’s hitting that stride where the buzz feels earned, not forced, fresh off packing Wireless sets and those low-key club runs that turned into word-of-mouth legends. At 22, he’s outgrown the hype-chase phase, trading viral flashes for records that linger, proof the kid from the ends is building something lasting without losing the grit.