Snoop Dogg "Missionary" (2024)

 

 

Thirty one years on from the iconic Doggystyle, a beloved West Coast duo return for an inspired set of songs reveling in the twilight years of their careers. I'd summarize Missionary as two veterans bringing the very best out of one another. Dr. Dre's production forges fine beats focused on aesthetic class. Lacking potent melodies, these tracks assemble gorgeous sounding instruments in rhythmic arrangements, striking with clarity to indulge on. Complex with subtle details and intricacies yet easily digested on the firm foundations of Hip Hop groove. Moods sway fun and plentiful, from bouncing LA vibes to introspective atmospheres, Dre covers a fair span of instruments to expand cultural horizons and keep this record flowing fresh.

Snoop has the unenviable position of spinning his tried and true rhyme themes over again. Despite an exhaustive output over the decades, he seems as vibrant as ever, giving every song a firm concept. With steady flow, his mannerisms entertain, refreshing yet familiar, finding a handful of cunning rhymes between his casual delivery. The burden is lightened with a guest on practically every track. Only on a couple of collaborations did I get a sense of elevation through presence. Last Dance with Tom Petty and Jelly Roll, Another Part Of Me with String, two fantastic songs bridging genres, complementing well for unique numbers to remember.

On first listen, the handful of classic Hip Hop interpolations and nostalgic call backs perked my ears. You could call it a false impression. These references swiftly faded behind the bright lights of all new this duo has to offer. Only Gangsta Pose had a whiff of Doggystyle chemistry. Listen carefully, its subdued baseline plays like a G-Funk throwback. I had initially expected the pair to do more of this. The past is the past, I'm thankful they didn't resurrect old ideals as clearly there was freshness here to explore.

Rating: 7/10

Kendrick Lamar "GNX" (2024)

Hot off the heels of a remarkable rap beef, Kendrick's momentum flattens out into a comfortable record. Feeling out fresher styles between classic tones, GNX coasts by lacking the conceptual heights of To Pimp A Butterfly or impactful attitude of DAMN. The past sets a high bar, presenting an unenviable challenge of surprising the audience. That freshness alluded to resides in Kendrick's embrace of a hard lipped persona. Spitting in deepened spoken tone, he lines up the meanest rhymes, aimed like a sniper. Threatening and self assured, Its not quite to my liking and slips away on tracks like Peekaboo where his "hey hey hey hey" hook falls flat as a pancake.

Despite this faltered direction, classic Kendrick crops up in the tracks between. Man At The Garden revels in a sombre slow paced atmosphere, writing up blessings through the lens of deserving. His emotional delivery and contrast with the instrumental illuminates a questioning turmoil within over his many accolades and achievements. Reincarnated casually drops in one of the slickest piano licks, conjuring vibes reminiscent of a handful of West Coast classics. Its another story telling, introspective track where Kendrick routinely shines. Reclaiming the title from Drake, Heart Part 6 mellows with reflective lyrics themed around the humility of his rise to fame.

I can tell that lyrically, a lot of events and dramas are addressed on his meaner tracks. I'm out of the loop and haven't dug into any analysis. I'm not sure that I care to either. On the surface, these slick gangster anthems like Squabble Up feel mild in contrast to the songs mentioned above. They require no knowledge, instead, Kendrick wraps you up in his meaningful thoughts and deep reflections, the side I have always been drawn too most. I'm grateful for that handful of tracks but they will likely be my only reason to return to GNX on occasion.

Rating: 7/10

Tyler The Creator "Chromakopia" (2024)

 
Yesterday's record, Man Down, concluded with an aging rapper losing focus and purpose. Although of a younger generation, Tyler, now fifteen years into his career, continues to mature and challenge himself. Far from reaching his fifties but the contrast emphasizes how vividly empowered by self expression he remains.

Chromakopia is a slice of life record, where Tyler articulates his thoughts on fame, professional stature, reminisces on Odd Future's history, expresses pains of his closeted sexuality and reflects on personal values as an emergence of new family members stands in comparison to his lifestyle and celebrity image.

 His verses pull one in effortlessly, animating his world through the craft of lyricism dressing up plain language. Its the reason he connects so directly. If not already attentive, ears perk as a string of songs delve into an unexpected pregnancy. Tyler tells the tale from both sides of the relationship (referring to himself as T), delving into the hard realities of such a heavy situation. Its honest, sincere, humble and unique.

Getting past a lyrical highlight, the album loosens its peculiar mix of Soul, R&B and Jazz, throwing in dark bangers with big noisy baselines and drum groves pulling on worldly percussion beyond the traditional kick snare drum kit. His production calls back to the quirky magics of Igor, assembling tunes, textures and motifs from seemingly abstract moments, all drenched in the tone of aforementioned influences.

With an ear for voices, instrumentals flow woven between lyrics, vocal ad-libs and soulful singing, often leaning into the strange. Its as to be expected yet charming every time. I'm deeply impressed by how unique his voice and music remains. Familiar, yet fun and impactful through a new set of excellent songs.

Rating: 8/10

Ice Cube "Man Down" (2024)

 

Some critics remark on aging rappers losing vitality and relevancy. I'm more open minded. With age comes maturity and the opportunity to grow. With many 90s icons now entering their fifties, Ice Cube, one of the most important and influential to do it, enters the club. His last outing, Everythang's Corrupt, had bite, a political venom and fiery anger that held well. I still venture back to a handful of those tracks alongside Cube's best songs. That moment has passed, his motivations to return seem routine.

 Despite bringing a studded cast of his 90s contemporaries, Man Down is a stinker. Beats sound tight yet frequently spin short loops that end up droning on. Upfront, Cube raps with his firm flow, fine tuned aggression and smooth, easy to follow, cadence. Its his lyrical content that falters, dropping auto pilot verses lacking creativity to impact. So many lines drop with predictable rhymes, lingering on them for four or more sentences. Many lines seem to fill space just to serve the rhyme. With next to no stories told, this approach is quite disappointing in the shadow of his greatness.

 Early on the moods emulate his classic Today Was A Good Day laid back G Funk vibes. Its a smooth and breezy ride, easy listening. Heading into the midsection, things pivot with 5150. The mood sours with its misogynist leaning rhymes. Then beats go harder, darker but miss the mark. After a few cuts, the variety flows, jumping between sounds emulating his styles but mostly suffer the fate of droning on.

Especially You perks the ears, an Electro-Funk throwback to early 80s Hip Hop. Cube goes for a flow fit of the era but the rhymes are just hollow. Later comes Scary Movie, trying to house a bunch of references to his cinematic career. It houses some of the worst lyrical flops. The album ends on a better note with the reasonable Ego Maniacs but cant save the project. Sadly, this record just lacked purpose.

Rating: 2/10

Cordae "The Crossroads" (2024)

  

Round three, Cordae returns with another fresh bout of life's stories, past and present. The title alone conjure thoughts of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony's classic, which the intro tastefully interpolates. Cycling between Trap percussive pallets and nuanced drums grooves, instrumentals play soulful and moody, drifting into R&B territory as guest singers illuminate a handful of tracks with Gospel singing. Samples focus on texture and tone over melody, casting an introspective atmosphere not far from melancholic.

Without a peak or valley, The Crossroads runs through the motions, offering a couple darker bangers early on, then leaning hard into its soulful inflections as the record matures. With Cordae's sturdy cadence holding true, he articulates personal tales, keeping one in the firm grasp of his effortless rhymes. Themes recycle, struggles of balancing success and family shift to the later, as he speaks on becoming a father.

His tales echo familiar feelings of the last two outings, leaving me with little fresh to say. Its instrumental shift to nostalgic soulful samples and plenty of human voices plays good company but lacking melodies and hooks, its staying power has been absent. The Crossroads is a mild, easy going record, doing little wrong yet failing to land a striking blow to grab your attention. Disappointing but only from high standards.

Rating: 5/10

The Madd Rapper "Tell Em Why You Madd" (1999)

First surfacing on Life After Death, Producer Deric Angelettie's agitated alter ego has appeared on a spread of Bad Boy records. The frustrated character, running his mouth, serves well to sprinkle comedy between the music. Having laid the groundwork for this debut, it could have been something special. Instead, skits and jokes land flat, unable to flesh out his personality to comedic effect. So to do the Madd Rappers' verses lack a spark to muster humor. Unless this persistently irked personality is your comedy gold, the joke will get beaten to death across its CD filling seventy minutes.

Its clearly ambitious, bringing a massive array of guests beyond his record label peers. Featured routinely come armed with slick mafioso adjacent lyrics, painting flamboyant lifestyle pictures with their lyricism. It sands in stark contrast to the central theme. Eminem however, meets him at his level, the unhinged Slim Shady persona has the two aligning their lyrics on self destructive energy. Given the date, this flow is a gem for fans, hearing Eminem evolving into his classic Marshal Mathers flow.

Fun fact, a young Kanye West produced that track! Its a rare highlight among an endless string of average bears. Its other merit belongs with 50 Cent on the criminally unabashed How To Rob. Fifty name drops a lot of big names years before his breakout. Other than that, its sadly a missed opportunity to do something unique. Poor execution on a wonderful idea. It seems the last of The Madd Rappers steam was spent on the first Big Boy hits compilation, where his player hating energy musters amusement between the East Coast's record labels greatest songs.

Rating: 4/10

Lil Uzi Vert "Eternal Atake 2" (2024)

Curiosity and novelty handed successor Eternal Atake a generous helping of enjoyment that's dried up on its second outing. A fry cry from the spurious bursts of Metal on Pink Tape, Uzi returns to his bizarre spacey Trap sound, sprinting through routine instrumentals with little regard for songwriting, lyricism or concept.

Fully embracing the "vibeing" approach, songs roll by in a haze of disjointed ad-libs. Spinning short phrases, slang words and physical grunts, a dizzying barrage of often nonsensical aberrations melt away in the colorful melting of auto-tune. Coherence is generally lacking but on occasion a does sentiment makes its mark known.

With a lack of structure, arching theme or story to tell, the record falls short by some distance. Mostly feeling disposable, as if riffed on the spot, little sticks. Although trendy beats play competently, conjuring urban-esoteric moods, the lack of substance upfront sours the tone when Uzi lingers on god awful hooks like "She Stank".

Deep into the flow of dense bass and Trance synth instrumentals emerges Chill Bae, somewhat of a throw back to the Luv Is Rage aesthetic, soft airy synths and Uzi singing plays well as the album seems to pivot into a different beast, mellowing out for its closing tracks but at this point the record feels like a lost cause.

 

Rating: 3/10

Cordae "From A Birds Eye View" (2022)

 

Avoiding the pitfalls of a sophomore decline, all to common in Hip Hop, Cordae returns armed with emotive beats and hardened attitude to deliver his message. After an endearing debut, our young rapper matures with a flash of braggadocio and seriousness as he sheds some youthful innocence previously heard. Renewed topicality lands closer to street violence and status affirming rhymes, taking aim at critics between stories and expressions that rock off moody instrumentals.

Excellent production by Kid Culture and collaborators bring soulful touches to easy tempos driven by subdued drum grooves. Driven by bold, powerful baselines, low key Jazz influences linger under its calm stature, carving a smooth atmosphere to enrich Cordae's rhymes. At intervals these instrumentals pivot to trendy Trap sounds, notably the popular tracks. They break a smooth flow of complimenting aesthetics.

Cordae teams up with Lil Wayne and Hit-Boy on a brilliant number where he affirms the heights of his successes and intentions to stick around for years to come. The chorus lands so well. Stevie Wonder also crops up among some other big names but It is mostly Cordae himself who continues to charm as a story teller, wrapping one in his narratives, holding a firm grip over this listener. A tricky task after decades of Rap.

Rating: 7/10

Cordae "The Lost Boy" (2019)

 

With surprising numerical successes, this young rapper appeals to generations new and old. The twenty something Cordae fly's the flag of a fading art form among trendy Trap and Mumble Rap stylings of his peers. With a sturdy cadence and steady pace, his raps embody the 90s and 00s flows, bringing fresh faced youthful wisdom to his verse. Navigating the trappings of success with an anchoring in family values, his rhymes birth beautiful reflections on upbringings and personal growth as a human.

The backing instrumentals navigate classic vibes. Tuneful, jazzy, soulful moods and bouncy bangers channeled through an updated percussive aesthetic. Snappy snares and slicing hi-hats provide cutting tones to power along a mix of orchestrated sounds and samples easy on the ears and effective. Among its fifteen tracks, a Hip Hop head will find many familiar moods spun to great effect. Spliced with a couple of folksy interludes, roots in Church and Gospel music add an authenticity in roots.

The Lost Boy cruises by on good vibes, dipping into emotional strides that culminate towards the records ending. Family Matters lays down some surprising introspective maturity, seeing the struggles of his family not wishing to burden a young Cordae chasing his dreams. This thoughtfulness is striking, trending as the lyrical highlight, engaging expressions walking you through a reflective artists inner workings.

Rating: 7/10

Thirstin Howl The 3rd "Skilligan's Island" (2002)

 

Named after a Gilligan's Island character, this Brooklyn rapper has quite a rugged, playful appeal. Hitting hard rhymes with aggressive enthusiasm, a variety of verses occasionally plunge into impressive strings of mischievous wordplay. Often comical, routinely absurd, Thirstin grabs attention but lacks lyrical depth and flow to bring one back. Unfortunately, Skilligan's Island is as inconsistent too. Plowing through punchy 90s inspired beats, mediocrity compounds as short chorus hooks come obnoxiously repeated, grinding my enjoyment to a halt. A stylistic choice I am totally at odds with.

In stints, the lyrical content gets deplorable too but not to dwell on negatives, what kept me around for a couple of spins was the curious recycling of memorable Hip Hop beats, including one from fellow Brownsville veterans M.O.P. The best of Thirstin's rhymes come out The Polo Rican, yet the show is unsurprisingly stolen by Eminem on Watch Deez. Its how I discovered the record, a classic Slim Shady flow telling tales of deranged individual collecting prescription drugs with a severed limb. How I wish for more of that era. Sadly there isn't much else to take away from this flawed record. I was entertained along the way but that's about it. Thirstin has potential but this ain't it.

Rating: 4/10

 

Eminem "The Marshall Mathers LP 2" (2013)

 

Sequel to his notorious Marshall Mathers LP, this lengthy, convoluted follow up strikes me as a turning point. Passing beyond the woes of his return to the game, Em no longer embodies the moment his iconic guile. Arguably one of his most impressive lyrical bouts, no ambitious rhyme scheme or dexterous flow can save it from circling back on the past. Loaded with witty wordplay, call backs and ferocious energy, his topicality spins a tired trend. Forever locked horns with his usual cast of demons, the latest wrestles bestow entertaining reflections but lack a lasting impression.

Picking up where Recovery left off, the inclusion of Pop stars Rihanna, Sia & Skylar Gray sit among a mix of ideas. Arena Rock kicks, tributes to classic 80s era Hip Hop, lightly "experimental" leaning beats and throw backs to the original record. It makes for an unsettled listen, shifting tone frequently, while perusing across the spectrum of his prior work. There's a track for each record but sadly no Slim Shady resurrection.

 Rap God is an obvious highlight, a moment where concept, execution and substance align for an impressive, if not slightly repetitive song, culminating in a status affirming technical feat. Early on, a handful of beats charm alongside crafty lyricism. There is plenty more in patches to be heard, with Em frequently verging on fiery shout raps delivering his cheeky quips. Although his passionate energy is always present, its as if Eminem is pushing himself more so for the art form than led by his emotions.

That reactionary dynamic once fueled his genius in the past. This shift away started with Recovery. Familiar with the rest of his discography, it ended here. MMLP2 is one mighty swing for the ropes but leaves me impressed rather than connected, as Em circles the usual themes with a lack of freshness to drive a point home. True for much of the record, yet of course he does the complete opposite on his victory lap Rap God.

Rating: 6/10

Eminem "Recovery" (2010)

Reading between the lines of his bars, its obvious the unsavory critical response to Relapse greatly shaped this followup record's direction. Full of enthusiasm for the craft, a scraped sequel has Em questioning himself. The poor reception causes metal turmoils, grappling with his relationship to fame, stature as an artist and the departure of his best friend. This distress makes for tender moments of vulnerability between the usual spats of foul mouthed provocative profanity. Of course, its all channeled through his classic energetic flow and knack for wordplay, which is occasionally rather juvenile.

Recovery's main distinction is the tone of its production. Doubting the direction of his planned sequel, Em parts ways with Dr. Dre, teaming up with the hot producers of this era. For me, they fail to craft grabbing instrumentals, deploying trendy soft-Trance synths and stiff drum patterns. In my opinion, they don't compliment Em yet don't hold him back either. His lyrics carry the usual dynamism one would expect. It's no surprise my favorite beat Ridaz, a bonus track, was produced by Dre. His style is timeless.

His story telling, introspection untangling verses are the records staying power. Featured guests barely make a mark, working with big names of the time, Em casts them in his shadow. A couple of odd interpolations crop up. No Love resurrects Haddaway's 93 classic, transforming the tuneful hit into a peculiar Dance-Rap hybrid. The sung hooks are a touch wild, an aspect that occasionally gets grinding as Em lacks restraint on the limits of his vocal range.Going Through Changes is another, using Ozzy Osbourne's classic voice and yearning strings from the original.

 

Definitely the smoother of the two. Overall, Recovery is a solid listen but I walk away from it lacking the sticky songs that keep you coming back for more. Sticking to the original Relapse 2 plan would of have been mile better. Em is firmly in form on this one, its the pieces around it that are not quite to my preference sadly.

 

Rating: 6/10

Childish Gambino "Bando Stone And The New World" (2024)

What a glorious return for Donald Glover! Bando Stone plays a treat, a wild ride through a tapestry of sonic sound. Seemingly defying labels and convention whilst being pallet-able and poppy. Its refreshing, delivering unique fusions of aesthetic and composition from start to end. This feels like a passion project, birthed from free form jam sessions, capturing the snippets of magic and fleshing them out into exotic songs.

Opening with glitches, aggression and zany vocal manipulations, a bold tone is set yet swiftly we pivot into a heartbreak ballad, gracefully fusing the odd coupling of Soul and 90s Alternative Rock. Survive toys with Dream Pop vibes, Steps Beach croons into an acoustic lullaby, then we swivel again into a dark crunking Trap beat. Unsurprisingly energies shift once more with a lively The Prodigy interpolation of Breathe. A classic!

 

 This tone switching rarely relents, keeping listeners on their tones. Its a refreshing experience, full of unusual surprises and great songwriting. Layers of voicings natural and manipulated seem to be the recurring theme, lots of joyous harmonies permeate many a song on the record. Another through line are these brief interludes painting a picture of modern man stranded in the wild. Without the tools and skills to survive, the dialogs become rather comical, birthing amusing moments between the varied music.

The New World is a hard one to summarize with words. Put simply, it needs to be experienced. The music ventures into so many avenues, siring up striking aesthetics with charm. Donald's apt lyricism delights too, littered with social commentaries and cunning observations he delivers food for thought on rap verses and entertains with creative, expressive singing, frequently shifting into the higher registers, something I don't usually tolerate well. Here I adored the exchanges with his many guests.

 

Rating: 7/10

2Pac "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997)

 

Decades have passed since I last enjoyed one of 2Pac's many posthumous records. I barely remember this double album, loaded with a hundred minutes of the iconic rapper going at it alone. Released thirteen months past his death, it reeks of a rushed release. A lack of vision or focus swiftly becomes evident, Pac's raps arrive from different eras on top of demo level beats that loop at a bare minimum. Even basic techniques like dropping instruments in and out to add some variety seem missing.

Disc one houses more of his 95 era flows. Fresh outta jail on a mission to record as many raps before his impending demise, these lively verses recycle so many of the tempos, tropes and topics of his All Eyez On Me double album. More thuggish, less thoughtful, many of them recorded in one take, Pac's motto at the time. Among them, cuts like Open Fire and Nothing To Loose from my favorite era, Strictly, are a delight.

 Disc two, my favored, mostly houses outtakes from then to Me Against The World. The instrumentals seem like the demo's from that era too. Hearing his pitch shifted raps return makes it clear why those takes didn't make the original cut. Do For Love and Nothin But Love hit hard, as do some of his verses heard elsewhere among a weighty catalog of posthumous material. The original verses of Changes are here too.

Its hard to acknowledge this as much more than a collection of demos. Without Pac's creative input, it feels hands off, the producers aiming to preserve original vibes. R U Still Down does have an eerie foreshadowing of his tragic fate lingering within the lyrics, not unusual given that perspective lurched in his prior records. Besides familiar bars used elsewhere, a few novelties emerged. Beats similar to Snoop's Gzs & Hustlers and Black Moon's Buck Em Down. Given all were released in 93, I wonder if these were instrumentals Pac passed up. Credits suggest coincidence.

Rating: 6/10

Eminem "Relapse: Refill" (2009)

 

 

As expressed on the comical Steve Berman skit, a returning from retirement Eminem had enough material for two albums. Refill suggests an overstatement, its nine cuts only treading water with Relapse's weaker tracks. Forever feels like a false start, Em tacked onto one of Drake's pop rap songs. The music starts out strong but gets goofy as Elevator trades a quirky rap romp with its elongated sung chorus. Em reveling in the astonishment that his mansion has an elevator. It's likeable but shy of greatness. Music Box & Drop The Bomb On 'Em drag on, both lack a cutting edge, going through motions, feeling like exercises in creativity that didn't live up to his standards.

 

My Darling goes dark and grisly, a flawed execution of an interesting concept. Wrestling with a demonic voiced Slim Shady, he lives up to the ills of the character that brought him fame. The back and forth echos what he tried to do on The Death Of Slim Shady at length. It rolls into Careful What You Wish For, another dance with the devils of fame, commenting on the hysteria around his rise and how his records have been revisited as classics by critics. These two tracks feel like foreshadowing of an artist unable to escape that monumental moment in time. Entertaining but the last time it will feel fresh. One things for sure, Encore will never be considered an Illmatic.

Rating: 5/10

Eminem "Relapse" (2009)

 

Returning to Rap after a short lived five year retirement, Eminem battles his issues with alcohol abuse and pain pill addiction. Using his rhymes as therapy, we venture upon topically focused tracks, lyrically animating the trajectory of his struggles with drugs. Reviving familiar grievances along the way, Em sees himself in his abusive mother, leading to the comical line, "this ain't dinner ,this is paint thinner". Medicine Ball takes more shots at a now deceased Christopher Reeves. Dark and twisted as ever, he undoubtedly courts controversy again with a slew of edgy humor insults.

Still drawing inspiration from negative sources, Em dips into unsettling imagery often, painting himself as a deranged serial killer in a murderous daze on opener 3AM. The violent, cruel imagery is a constant recurrence, leading to impressive strings of zesty rhymes and stacked rhyme schemes. Often entertaining, Insane goes over the top, taking a depraved turn. With foul stench, Em delves into disgust, painting sexual abuse stories through crude and vile wordplay. Its a rather difficult track to stomach.

Bagpipes From Baghdad blooms with fresh creativity. The squirmish Indian accent fortunately subsides into a wild rhyme ride of satisfying oddities over one of the records grooviest beats. Its an oddball and bagpipes are indeed included. Hello follows up with a cringey crush confessional, a strange divulgence of attraction that finds itself twisted into dark places, a recurring theme. After these ear catching tracks, the songs settles into an ample groove, entertaining on its way to grand finale.

With tense strings and the voice acting of medical professionals, Mr.Mathers paints an image of his overdose through the eyes of paramedics. Leading into Deja Vu, the broody instrumental tone and cinematic lyrics flips the perspective, unraveling the prior event through a deep struggle as Em lands one of his best sung chorus hooks. The subtle organ chords rising in the background gel so well with his voice. These lyrics are so open, tender and endearing, a vulnerable expression from sullen lows.

Beautiful stirs this energy further, wallowing in his pains, pulling another sung chorus that works on this inspired level. Introspective, gloomy with an air of uplift lingering, has him riffing more earnest lines off the chest. Its deep and real, however Crack A Bottle pivots to a fun rompy jive with a dull feature from 50 Cent. Things pivot again as Underground amps the intensity up for a angered ending as Em goes wiling off again.

 Relapse was slammed by critics upon release. I'm fifteen years late to what sounds like classic Eminem in his prime. Sure, many raps have a goofy streak, the crudeness can get sore. Throughout it all, rhymes and flow are sharp as ever. Its flawed but full of excellence. I can't recall the last time a seventy minute rap album held me start to end. Absent at the time of its release, Relapse has been a "what if" answered, more of an artist I adored in my youth, rapping that exuberance hes been unable to recapture.

Rating: 9/10

Rakim "G.O.D.'s Network Reb7rth" (2024)

 

 From the silence, a certified legend returns. One half of Hip Hop's golden duo, Its Rakim's lyrical artistry and unchained cadence on the mic that help transition those iconic stiff 80s flows into the jazzy poetic rap of the 90s. Some claim no one has contributed more to raps evolution, a compelling argument. Thirty five years on from his creative peak, there should be no surprise that Reb7rth barely makes waves. A fond, welcome return but nothings on display that will change the game again.

These seven songs mostly serve as a stage to platform a collective of talent, including fresh voices and fellow legends like Kool G Rap and members of the Wu-Tang Clan. Rakim himself offers up decent verses early on, then pivots to handle chorus hooks for the rest of the record. The mood plays a celebration of talent, his presence seemingly encourages all twenty plus guests to dig deep for their sharpest rhymes.

Instrumental construction lacks surprise, rugged grooves continue an exploration of fundamentals built in the 90s as modern production aids its sturdy tone. The backings complexity keeps loops fresh and animated. Brilliant beats to house an arsenal of cunning rhymes but nothing exceptional to break your brain. These OGs are doing whats proven to high standards, giving us a dose of what we've adored for decades.

For a fan, this is a familiar pleasure. Reb7rth plays a classy execution of fundamentals that hold up well. I would have preferred to hear more of Rakim but with so many guests you get a steady flow of unwavering excellence. I also loved B.G's feature, he seemed immensely humbled to be on the project, giving up a fantastic set of bars. That's what this record is, a celebration of the art form brought about by a legend.

Rating: 7/10

Hank Trill "Propane Pays The Bills" (2022)

 

 

Parody album? Absolutely! Swaying with chilled southern charm, the soft yet tightly wound voice of mild mannered cartoon character Hank Hill gets bastardized into a reckless drug peddling propane pimp. Flipping this 90s uptight conservative dad into a modern Trap rapper slinging braggadocios rhymes is a barrel of laughs on first exposure. In my case, bringing me to tears. As you might expect, the joke does wear off with time but its particular novelty kept me hooked for longer than expected.

 

The concept of gangster Hank saves this record, otherwise its slowed southern beats and swaggered rhymes would go passed over as mediocre, atypical of the scene. His stature lands so many otherwise weak and obvious plays. Behind the voice, a great impressionist, possibly aided by AI, seems keen on quantity over quality. With another twenty one albums proceeding this, the buck stops here for me but thanks to Spotify's shuffle, a fair hand full of tracks off other records emerge just as amusing.

Its nice to document this for myself and fans of King Of The Hill, I will definitely tune in on occasion for a laugh. Boomhower's indecipherable features are a firm highlight, as is his Rap God cover available on YouTube. My takeaway, however, is a missed opportunity to really refine and laser focus this joke into something unshakable. Instead, its been swiftly played out with a slew of low effort raps. Oh man god damn!

Rating: 6/10

Eminem "Encore" (2004)

 

With rap retirement in mind, Encore represents a bow out from the spotlight before stepping away from the mic. Sadly, it seems the writing was already on the wall, Em returns sounding short on creativity at times, lacking his cutting edge wit, becoming a parody of himself in its patchiest moments. Perhaps this downturn in form has some relation to his decision to step away. With retrospection it would seem so.

No longer working with the Bass Brothers, a noteable shift in tone dominates Encore's beats. Sharp attacks and swift decays shape percussive hits into a minimal spacious frame. Striking on marching militant grooves, many tracks feel stylistically sluggish yet firmly driven. On its best cuts, a newish frontier for the times, yet dull when missing the mark. Split between himself and Dr.Dre, the seasoned pro is more consistent.

Big Weenie has got to be one of the best instrumentals, echoing 2001, yet Em rots the song with a goofy hook and immature lyrics. These would be my main critiques. Leaning on sung raps, sometimes hooks, at other times stretching out in verses, Em doesn't have a charming harmony to make it endearing. Equally, his lyrical substance suffers. Lacking sharpness, blunted delivery of familiar characters and topics spin up again through underwhelming rhymes, unable to bring freshness to his limelight.

The record starts strong, reasonable tracks lead to an unforgettable Like Toy Soldiers. That song always gives me goosebumps, a beautiful anthem built around a tragic story. A downturn follows as relevant topicality slides into a string of obnoxious numbers lacking some much needed intervention with the rapper. Ass Like That's crude accent seems pointlessly offensive. Having spent its capital upfront, only the heartfelt Mockingbird picks up a merit on a dragged out crawl to conclusion.

Back when this was released, I barely took notice having become obsessed with Dimmu Borgir and extreme metal. Lead single Just Loose It, was a total goof then and has aged poorly. Its a keen example of Em sliding in the wrong direction. Returning to Encore revealed some merits but clearly a sensational streak came to its end.

Rating: 5/10

Eminem "The Eminem Show" (2002)

 

At the peak of his popularity, somehow, the teenage me checked out with this record... Getting deeper into Metal and Hip-Hop, I remember being more interested in Metallica and N.W.A. than what was on MTV. The hype was palatable, Without Me was a sensation. I recall hearing it for the first time on a school holiday, kids cramming into a dorm room to hear a copy ripped from Napster. When returning home and purchasing the album, I felt disappointment, leaving it to gather dust after only a handful of spins. With The Death Of Slim Shady out, an appetite for nostalgia has been turning back to these juvenile records I missed out on, Encore and Curtain Call being the others.

White America kicks the show off with a fiery Eminem, possibly at his angriest ever? Spat with gritted teeth, a venomous anthem roars to life, stiring his teenage fans into rebellion aimed at conservative families in disarray over his influential force. The following Business is a track I remember fondly, pivoting from a moody grind to goofy upbeat fun with quirky rhymes painting the Em and Dre as Batman and Robin.

 Getting deeper in, the unfamiliar cuts, Square Dance, Soldier, When The Music Stops, Say What You Say, reveal a dark undercurrent. The records less distinguished songs lean on a savage Eminem upping the anti, finding a nasal tinted amplification of aggression, his cadence flowing vicious and unrelenting, like a Mike Tyson throwing a string of knock-out blows. Ferocious and cutting, Em's mastery of his controversies still finds ground to run on, engaging, witty and sharp yet familiar topicality by now.

Still working with the Bass Brothers, they and Dre rock these beats hard. Instruments are pushed to peaks, bold thudding percussion to rhythmically drive subtle moods and catchy melodies with clarity and space for Em and his guests to shine. Till I Collapse exemplifies this attitude, a sublime instrumental to propel a frenzied Eminem willing off, ascending on the high of his own rhymes. Its beyond impressive, an absolute gem to discover all these years later.

Housing many classics, The Eminem Show falls short of the timeless perfection that came before. Resting on the merits of its star power at times, weak concepts and recycled themes get tired in spots. Edging out at his prime, Em pushes himself hard, reaching new peaks but also a few missed targets along the way. Its a cracking listen. I wonder how attached I'd be, had it clicked in my youth. Age is mysterious like that.

Rating: 8/10