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ALBUM REVIEW: Shabazz Palaces- Lese Majesty

The rise of experimental Hip-Hop these past few years was mostly in the hands of loud and abrasive groups that were just as influenced by Rock and Punk as they were by Hip-Hop. Death Grips, Ratking, and Clipping. have all made major strides in the past few years by crossing over into audiences that normally wouldn’t dabble in Hip-Hop. When Death Grips first saw a rise against punks and metal heads, Indie labels like XL Recordings and Sub-Pop began signing these acts. However, one of the major groups in this rise isn’t even remotely abrasive. This group is the delightfully weird Shabazz Palaces.

Hailing from Seattle, Shabazz Palces is made up of rapper Ishmael Butler (notably of Digable Planets) and producer Tendai Maraire. When they broke on the scene, their debut album Black Up was their opening statement. Though that album’s brand of wonky consciousness didn’t really do anything for me personally, it certainly gained them a lot of fans. In a year full of notable debuts, Shabazz Palaces certainly had one of the most memorable and influential. Three years later, the group has followed up that project with an album that is even more audacious and bold, and this renewed strength helps the group quite a bit.

Lese Majesty is a massive and sprawling Hip-Hopera; built up of 7 short suites, it’s one of the most ambitious Hip-Hop projects in recent memory. In a genre weighed down by derivatives and safety, it’s refreshing to find progressive experimentation that doesn’t simply throw in punk influences (as awesome as those experimenters are). However, as the album carries on, the individual songs begin to melt into each other. 18 tracks are easy to guffaw at initially, but the album is so hazily cohesive that it’s hard to actually notice. The free flowing songs revel in abstraction and cloudiness. While it certainly isn’t “Cloud Rap”, the atmospheric textures that permeate throughout every song certainly create an album that is beautifully hazy.

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ALBUM REVIEW: Death Grips- N**gas on the Moon

Note: For purposes of sanity and artistic integrity, I will not be censoring the word “Nigga” in this review. I won’t use it outside of referring to the name of the project, and if this offends you, you should probably just read another article or something. Also, I’m entirely aware of the “incomplete” nature of this project, and I am reviewing these 8 tracks as their own independent entity. They may change in perspective when the other half of the project is revealed, but for now, these 8 tracks make up this project, and I’m reviewing these tracks on their own.

Death Grips are a band that revel in unpredictability and experimentation. They’ve been so randomly prolific over the past couple of years that people can forget how strange and bizarre their music is. When Niggas on the Moon dropped Sunday night (P.S.: There is nothing more exciting than when an artist randomly drops a project like this.), some people on Twitter groaned at the now “predictable” nature of Death Grips. However, as someone who still finds this band vital and entertaining, this project’s release-not even the project itself- was one of the best moments in music this year.

Death Grips, even though they have a general aesthetic, never do the same thing on their projects. Chastisement over their perceived “repetitiveness”  may be on account of hype and the group’s innate divisive sound. While No Love Deep Web was a grimy and dirty dark project and Government Plates was an instrumental heavy project, Niggas on the Moon is their most poppy release since their 2012 grower The Money Store (A record that I once hated that I now mostly love). Part of this catchiness is a renewed emphasis on hooks, part of this rests in the renewed and newly reinvigorated MC Ride, and part of this is found in the Björk “samples”.

Björk’s involvement in the project has been the subject of much discussion, with the Icelandic singer claiming that the band used her vocals as a “Found object”. However, the use of her voice in fractured samples is one of the most effective sonic ideas that the band has ever pursued. There are plenty of songs that would have been great without the samples (Like the vicious Up My Sleeves and the glitchy Have a Sad Cum (Best Death Grips song title ever, by the way)). The modulation of electronics and MC Ride on these tracks works brilliantly, and it would make the project decent on its own. But Björk’s vocals add a strange ethereal quality to all of the songs they are prevalent on. One of the weakest tracks here, Say Hey Kid, is noticebly lacking in clear Björk samples (She may be there, but the sampling veils her voice too well). The way her beautiful soaring voice is broken into these shattering beats is fascinating and endlessly entertaining. It’s a collaboration that, on paper, doesn’t make sense. In execution, it works incredibly well.

On a song like Fuck Me Out, the warped and skittering sound of Björk’s crashing vocals creates a chaotic sound that echoes MC Ride’s panicking vocals. The same happens on the screeching Voila, with MC Ride calmly repeating “Voila!” over Björk’s breakneck vocals. The clashing synths on these tracks come in and out, taking a back seat to Björk most of the time. Zach Hill also brings a lot of great drumming to tracks like these. The breakdown towards the end of Voila has Hill violently losing it on the drum set in front of some horrifying screeching. It’s a song that, while not heavy on replay value, is absolutely fascinating to sit through.

Niggas on the Moon is a short project (because it’s part of a greater whole), and this does make it one of the most enjoyable Death Grips projects yet. The concentration of ideas works better here, with the unrelenting punch of the sound not wearing out. While it does lag a bit in the middle with songs that aren’t as great as the bookend tracks (Say Hey Kid is a bit bland and retreads former territory, Fuck Me Out doesn’t hold up with repeat listens). But the songs that surround the middle section are some of the best songs Death Grips have ever made. Up My Sleeves rivals Government Plates’ opener in terms of pure violent energy, while Big Dipper’s chaotic closing rivals Whatever I Want (Fuck Who’s Watching) and Hacker as the band’s best closer yet. The use of Björk samples throughout the album is also a welcome experiment, as it mostly works incredibly well. The electronic freakout towards the end of Big Dipper is absolutely fascinating, and the use of an unbroken Björk samples over the glitchy synths creates a moment that actually transcends into true beauty. Death Grips themselves still show that they’ve got more energy than most punk bands that still make music these days, and they’ve proven once again that they’re a forward thinking group that you shouldn’t mess with.

Summary: Niggas on the Moon is an energetic, short, and exciting project that once again brings a new idea to their sound that works brilliantly; the use of Björk throughout the 8 songs is some of the best sampling that the band has ever done.

Choice Cuts: Up My Sleeves, Black Quarterback, Big Dipper

Leftovers: Say Hey Kid

B+

You can stream the entire project below.

MIXTAPE REVIEW: Kool A.D.- 19 and 63

Das Racist is broken up. No more Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell. No more Girl. No more Rainbow in the Dark. No more Michael Jackson. Now more Who’s That? Broooooown. No more Das Racist.

Now, the three former members have to go out on their own and figure out what to do. Dapwell didn’t really do anything in the group to begin with, so I’m not sure what his plan is. Plus, Heems should be totally fine on his own. His last mixtape, Nehru Jackets, was pretty great. But then there’s Kool A.D.. He’s probably the better lyricist, but his mixtapes have been leaving me yearning for more. His Palm Wine Drinkard tape was a messy excuse for some kind of experimental music thing. And then 51 was forgotten about 5 minutes after I heard it. I want Kool A.D. to blow the world away with his masterful lyrics and weird musical style, but he’s yet to really prove that.

19 and 63 both don’t really help.

The first mixtape, 19, is probably one of the worst Das Racist affiliated projects out there. It’s not as bad as Palm Wine (Which was easily one of the most disappointing releases of 2012.), but it is still bad. The production is incredibly messy, the lyrics are unfunny and not innovating (Just repeating “Bieber” over and over again is neither funny nor a proper form of social commentary). In fact, a lot of this feels like some kind of Chief Keef/ Odd Future cross over, which is just gross. He might be trying to satirize this style (Which, for Kool A.D., wouldn’t be a shock), but it just comes across as…well…forced. The only part I enjoyed was Krispy Kreme (I believe it was Krispy Kreme) ranting over the Workaholics theme. And even that was stupid.

The second mixtape, 63, is nearly good, but it’s still kind of underwhelming when we compare it to Das Racist’s greatest works. While 19 is focused on wonky and ugly beats, 63 takes R&B and eccentric 70s styles and meshes them into a weird concoction of weird. It’s a lot of fun, and there are some tracks that truly are great. The posse cuts are great, and all of the unknowns here bring something to the table, which is kind of strange in this day and age. However, there aren’t any tracks that really stick out in memory. It’s all very pleasant, but it doesn’t stick. Basically, the only thing that made me like this album way more than 19 was the more traditional sampling.

I miss Das Racist quite a bit, and I’ll always wish they stayed together. Now, I’m just worried about Kool A.D. Heems can live in a post-Das Racist world. I’m not as confident with Kool A.D.

Summary: 19 and 63 vary in quality, but neither really cement Kool A.D. as the talented rapper and lyricist he was in Das Racist.

Choice Cuts: Sclera, Red Wine

19- 2/5

63- 3/5

You can download both mixtapes here.