Coco Chanel once said, “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and take one thing off.” For Ice Spice, that is advice to live by, both sartorially and sonically. And not just because she once rapped, “Hundred bands in Chanely / But I’m still shakin’ a– in a deli.”That mix of high-life couture and lowlife shenanigans continues on “Y2K!,” the debut album from Ice Spice, on which the Uptown upstart bangs out 10 songs in about 20 minutes, shrugging off lyrics about hip-shaking and check-signing, hooking up and stepping out, in pint-size blasts of twitchy exuberance. Perhaps with Coco in mind, the songs make their points without over-accessorizing: a couple of verses, a couple of choruses and nary a bridge in sight.For old-school heads and pop-music tsk-tskers, Ice Spice is a harbinger of hip-hop’s doom and cultural decline. Even her kitschy album art, which emblazons “Y2K” on an overflowing garbage can, seems to be a manicured nail in the eye of her…
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