EP Review: Don’t Come to My House Sharing Your Location by Michael Christmas, Chris Crack & Girl Talk
Michael Christmas and Chris Crack recorded these six songs with Girl Talk in one Pittsburgh room. Every verse is crowded with punchlines and with the schools, blocks, and paydays the duo came off of.
Most of the 2026 rap collaborations were pieced together through attachments—a verse arriving in someone’s inbox from a city the other person has never been to. Gregg Gillis gathered everyone in a room in Pittsburgh, with additional work conducted in Boston and Chicago, the hometowns of Michael Christmas and Chris Crack. After years of producing beats for rappers instead of creating festival mash-ups, his latest project was a full-length album featuring Wiz Khalifa, Smoke DZA, and Big K.R.I.T.
Two lines into his verse on “Wouldn’t Go to Chili’s with Michael B. Jordan,” Chris Crack is back home at his apartment with no power: “I remember nights with no lights, duckin’ police.” A cold slice of pizza follows, then “I remember fires with the mantles, had the centerpiece,” followed by chicken grease being drained away, and by the final line, his mother is a professor who has fitted rims to their Lexus. Michael Christmas follows with a cocaine nod, saying: “Like this shit was Beverly Hills, but it was Blue Hill,” he ordered a pizza on any street corner as the cops dealt out a small amount of crack, before recalling taking drugs in middle school and peddling sweets during the crack era era; and soon he’s asking if you have any juice and wonder who killed Bishop too on a later song.
The hooks are delivered by Christmas, who demands to be paid on both the 1st and 15th of the month in “Garfield Hated Mondays But Didn’t Have a Job,” and begs off being timed on “Bury Me With the Apollo Twin.” With the former, Crack delivers verses about banknotes, women of every color of the rainbow, cocaine deals, and Rogaine farms until finally getting what he really wants: “When you got the wave, you get invited to the mayor house.” Christmas then tells the caller to “Get in the car, sit in the car, skate” on “My Phone Don’t Work On Payday” and swears he’ll deal with them tomorrow; the latter hook has him under the influence of dank in one go, after which he declares: “I could not been here today/Instead I am here today.” Chris Crack responds to the call with “Business minded like I’m Percy, I had the courage,” before his line is blocked.
On “Vending Machine Charcuterie Board,” Crack demands to know why there is no Thai food, even as people keep waiting and complaining about him. As Gregg Gillis provided the soulful bounce, Michael says his crew never told him to stop hanging out at Screech’s—he’s dressed in a starter jacket and baggy jeans, ready to jump into bleachers in 2000 style. The hook sees him longing for some Jodeci action. Back to “Garfield Hated Mondays But Didn’t Have a Job,” the team’s creative energy recalls “Still Tippin’” from Christmas, with Charlie Brown appearing just two bars later. Meanwhile, Chris Crack wonders why anyone would give a finger heart. Gillis did a big one on “Dr. Umar Radio Station on GTA6.” He gives the duo a two-stepper summertime jam that turns Christmas from a dance-maker into a “Manischewitz twist.” With only six songs and under twenty minutes, the three individuals provide unexpected chemistry that we’d hoped would evolve into a full-length album soon.
Favorite Track(s:) “Wouldn’t Go to Chili’s with Michael B. Jordan,” “My Phone Don’t Work On Payday,” “Garfield Hated Mondays But Didn’t Have a Job”