I pretty much hatedMy Krazy Life. Let’s start there. Looking back at that review, I can only conclude that my opinion was a product of its time. I still think that DJ Mustard’s beats all sound the same, and that most of that album sounds like tracings of Mustard’s other hits from that era. Therefore, I see how the resultant cheap and haphazard sound of the album would have turned me off immediately. But maybe I was a bit harsh in not mentioning Bompton, which, now separated from Mustard’s radio reign, sounds pretty damn good.
Irregardless (tee-hee), we’re here to talk about Still Brazy.
Stupid-lookin’ ass cover be damned, I really like By Dom Kennedy. I had basically no expectations coming into this album, only being barely aware of who Dom Kennedy was: some new West Coast rapper who featured on a pretty good song from Kendrick Lamar’s early mixtape, Overly Dedicated. The song wasn’t super impressive but it caught my attention enough to bring me here, so shout out to Kendrick for helping to make this happen.
Shout out to everyone who still gives a fuck about this site. Those who know me personally know I’ve dealt with a major life change in the last several months. As a result, my time and motivation have been severely shot lately. Here’s to fixing that!
I should be able begin with “in case you’ve been living under a rock”, but as far as I can tell, even those without stones for shelter could be very unaware of the Afrika Bambaataa drama that’s been boiling for about a month*. The long and short of it is that he’s been accused, multiple times, of molesting young boys. It started with Ronald Savage, then three others came forward, then a bodyguard confirmed that incidents like those alleged have occurred, and more keep coming. Bambaataa defended himself with the classic, battle-tested, “this is a conspiracy built to tear me down” defense. KRS-One made a confusing defense of Bambaataa on Noreaga’s Drink Champs podcast, and failed to clarify himself in a blog post on his website.
My only problem with Curren$y is consistency. He has a few different styles of music that he does and they often sound good, but the beats he chooses are very hit and miss. Meanwhile, there’s Canal Street Confidential. When I put Curren$y on, this is exactly what I want to hear! The beats are much more melodic than on some of his other albums, and the choices are just better. No forced Jadakiss and Riff Raff features, instead it’s Future flossing on Drive By, and Ty Dolla $ign on a smooth serenade that is Superstar.
Weekend at the Cape expertly finishes Apathy’s series of releases centered around his asshole raps and his New England home. Like Connecticut Casual, it’s awesome to witness how great Apathy is when he’s focused and keeps the tracklist short.
Where to begin with this album? It’s consumed my free time for the past week and change, but I’m already tired of thinking about it. I definitely don’t feel like writing a lot, but I probably have no choice. Kanye has been a complex character lately. One who seemed bored with rap but never completely let it go in favor of terrible singing and over high-priced fashion. Given that ambiguity, The Life of Pablo is impressive in its cohesion, but disappointing in how little it feels like Hip-Hop to me. I won’t get into his twitter antics during the lead-up to the album, but Google them if you need to. It’s worth the laugh and the possible insight into this guy’s psyche.