Skyzoo – Music For My Friends Album Review

Purists have rightfully lamented the lack of identity in New York hip-hop in recent years. Luckily, Skyzoo doesn’t need to, as they say, “bring New York back”. He already embodies it.

His latest LP, Music For My Friends, is an ode to everything that molds us: our environment, our era, the company we keep. In Skyzoo’s case, the album is a peek into the formative years of an 80s Brooklyn baby, during which innocence was tainted, but not altogether lost, and nature took a backseat to nurture. The 16-track opus only reinforces the notion that for better or for worse, we are all products of our respective habitats.

In depicting the elements of the Skyzoo equation, the MC tells tales of relentless pursuit of money, happiness and everything in between. If “Luxury” and the “erroneously” titled “Suicide Doors” are any indication, luxury is the endgame, as it once was for Sky’s neighborhood elders, a teenage pipe dream, but one within reach nonetheless. While “The Moments That Matter” preaches living in the now, “Money Makes Us Happy” delves into carpe diem‘s inevitable ceiling and the duplicitous nature of the paper chase. As for the means of materializing their street dreams, Sky and his crew know fully well that slinging dope is a dangerously easy fix. On the Jadakiss-assisted “See a Key (Ki’)”, Skyzoo almost innocently flirts with that temptation and on “Asking Bodie For a Package”, details the road to succumbing to it. Sadly, the youthful recklessness and childlike abandon that fueled Sky’s adolescence also spawned some casualties, with the wordsmith paying homage to them on “Things I Should’ve Told My Friends”. Lyrically, the Brooklynite’s rhyme scheme is complex and the wordplay singularly cryptic. But for all the evidence of lyrical mastery, Music For My Friends is best summarized by one no-frills bar on “All Day, Always”: “All the shit we saw is what we all became.”

The nostalgia in Skyzoo’s lyrics is mostly echoed by the production, but never more so than on MarcNfinit’s horn-laced “Suicide Doors” and soul-sampling “The Experience”. Longtime collaborator !llmind contributes four tracks, all of which, in serving the LP’s focus, veer away from the “boom trap” sound that made his name. On “Money Makes Us Happy”, The Rvlt.’s piano and drum loops add a blissful, yet regretful tone to Skyzoo, Black Thought and Bilal’s musings. In short, the album’s sound is reminiscent of a bygone era, as it should be, but remains far from dated. Echos of New York are heard primarily through samples, but are sometimes absent, meaning the beats occasionally fail the LP’s primary vision. Therefore, the album isn’t “bringing New York back”, but it still satiates both old and new hip-hop heads.

Ultimately, Music For My Friends is audible evidence of the cloth from which Skyzoo and his running mates are cut. Nostalgia abounds, but regret is seldom heard. In essence, Sky’s childhood stories of hustling, chasing dreams and toying with disaster only epitomize the notion that we are what we come from.

Grade: 8/10

Gems: Suicide Doors, See a Key (Ki’) ft. Jadakiss, Money Makes Us Happy ft. Black Thought & Bilal, Civilized Leisure ft. Mozaic, The Experience, Asking Bodie For a Package ft. Skarr Akbar

Slaine – The King of Everything Else Album Review

Boston-bred MC Slaine has never been shy about his drug- and alcohol-fueled adventures. His latest opus, The King of Everything Else, is a full-length account of those adventures.

The LP is nothing if not cathartic, and for good reason. From the album’s opening track, “No Handouts”, it is made clear that Slaine has a lot of emotional baggage, the probable root cause of years of drug and alcohol abuse. Indeed, brutally honest tales of sex, drugs, and firewater are abundant on The King of Everything Else. Lyrically, the MC’s wordplay is sharp, his storytelling detailed and, at times, darkly comical. The production, for the most part, has an air of orchestrated recklessness, a perfect match for Slaine’s heavy-hearted rhymes. Early standouts include “Dot Ave”, a portrait of the complacency and intoxicated limbo that plagues those hailing from Boston’s Dorchester Avenue, and “Pissed it all Away”, where Slaine predicts his decline into irrelevance, the product of his constant debauchery. On “The Years”, Slaine recounts the years-long cycle that begins with the childhood dream of playing pro baseball. His aspirations quickly shift to being an MC, prompting a move to New York before his addictions inevitably land him back in Boston, fearing for his life. The tale ends with him avoiding a potentially fatal conflict and a reinvigorated desire to hone his craft. Another gem is the Statik Selektah-produced “Our Moment”, which depicts a tumultuous relationship of Slaine’s, one that hits both extremes of the emotional spectrum, but very little in between.

Slaine’s long history of using drugs is a running theme on The King of Everything Else. In fact, one could argue that the album is overly saturated with his dope-fueled shenanigans. In the rapper’s defense, he’s shed light on some of addiction’s many facets. On “Bobby Be Real”, Slaine plays Dr. Jekyll to the doped up “Bobby’s” Mr. Hyde, with Tech N9ne and Madchild aiding in the storytelling. “Dopehead”, featuring Special Teamz cohort Jaysaun, is a portrait of the typical junkie/tweaker, from the raggedy appearance to the never-ending quest for the next fix. The next stop on the drug train is “Come Back Down”, where Slaine, Checkmark and Vinnie Paz look for a permanent oasis from their many hardships, opting to keep desperately chasing that ever-elusive high. Finally, on “Gettin’ High”, produced by La Coka Nostra’s DJ Lethal, Slaine and West Coast MC Demrick each narrate their introduction to their respective poisons of choice.

When considering Slaine’s recent sobriety, The King of Everything Else seems like the ultimate purging of his demons. Underneath the trifecta of vices that is booze, drugs and pussy, the LP is his effort to rid himself of his tempestuous past. With all the soul-baring tales he’s told, if this album doesn’t do it, nothing will.

Grade: 8/10

Gems: No Handouts, Bobby Be Real ft. Tech N9ne & Madchild, Pissed it All Away, The Years, Hip Hop Dummy ft. Apathy & Bishop Lamont, Our Moment, Defiance ft. Rite Hook, Gettin’ High ft. Demrick

Dilated Peoples – Directors of Photography Album Review

While Dilated Peoples were on an eight-year group hiatus, Evidence, Rakaa Iriscience and DJ Babu didn’t remain idle in their solo careers. With their long-awaited fifth album, Directors of Photography, it appears as though their time apart has served them well.

Contrary to their previous efforts, the production was kept mostly in house, a change befitting the album’s title. Evidence and Babu admirably handle the bulk of the duties this time, namely on bangers like “Trouble” and “Hallelujah”. While the number of guest producers is kept to a handful, those enlisted are some of hip-hop’s best. Long-time collaborator The Alchemist sets the stage for Rakaa and Evidence on “Cut my Teeth”, where both MCs recount the many lessons learned from growing up in the Mid-City and Venice areas of Los Angeles, respectively. On the album’s first single, “Good as Gone”, produced by the almighty DJ Premier, Dilated silences the critics and doubters, the inevitable bi-products of their longevity in hip-hop. With “Let Your Thoughts Fly Away”, the group does just that, providing listeners with a mental oasis over a Diamond D beat slightly reminiscent of Mos Def’s “Kalifornia”. But of all the LP’s featured beatsmiths, it’s Seattle’s Jake One that steals the show with “Show me the Way”, in which Dilated treasures not just the success they’ve accrued, but the decades-long grind preceding it.

Lyrically, Rakaa and Evidence have reached a stage affectionately known as “grown man rap.” The days of straight braggadocio are not altogether gone, but the MCs have clearly taken a more personal approach to this album. On a handful of tracks, Dilated waxes poetic about lessons learned (“Cut my Teeth”), living life to the fullest (“Show me the Way”) and enjoying hard-earned success while still wanting more (“The Bigger Picture”). If Directors of Photography has any flaws, it’s that it leaves its audience wanting to know more about said directors. The group takes the listener on a journey unlike those of their previous albums while leaving many questions unanswered. In short, Dilated Peoples, even while artfully venturing into new lyrical territory, are not ready to bare their souls just yet.

In summation, Directors of Photography shows no ill effects of the trio’s long layoff. Five albums into a stellar career, the group is as hungry as they were on their 2000 debut, The Platform. Combining that drive with eight years’ worth of maturation, Dilated Peoples have crafted one of this year’s best LPs.

Grade: 9/10

Gems: Cut My Teeth, Show me the Way ft. Aloe Blacc, Let Your Thoughts Fly Away, Century of the Self ft. Catero, Opinions May Vary ft. Gangrene, Trouble, Hallelujah ft. Fashawn, Rapsody, Domo Genesis, Vinnie Paz & Action Bronson


Watson & Holmes – Watson & Holmes Album Review

There was a time, around the early-to-mid-nineties, when the Wu-Tang Clan seemed to have a stranglehold on the hip-hop market, releasing a new project every six months to a year. This past decade has seen an underground crew, Army of the Pharaohs, be just as prolific, if not more so, than the Wu. The latest release from the AOTP umbrella comes from its newest member, Hartford, Connecticut’s Blacastan. The LP, a collaboration with producer Stu Bangas, has cast the man on the boards as the Watson to Blac’s Holmes, as illustrated in the album’s artwork.

While the New England duo have rightfully equated their partnership to that of modern literature’s most famous detective team, Watson & Holmes does not follow the blueprint of a traditional concept album. In other words, there is no underlying thread, as the title and cover art may lead one to expect, say, in this case, a murder mystery, to tie the LP’s sixteen tracks together. That being said, Stu Bangas has done the next best thing: sprinkled in interludes taken from past adaptations of Sherlock Holmes mysteries over coherent and atmospheric production. Just like the blog’s previously reviewed albums, one of Watson & Holmes’ strengths is its uniform sound, often the result of the album’s beats being handled by one producer.

As far as lyrics go, those familiar with Blacastan’s earlier work would agree that the MC is in rare form on W&H. Starting with the album’s title track, “Holmes” rhymes over “Watson’s” darkly funky production with a hunger only heard in hip-hop’s underground. The track most befitting the duo’s adopted personae may be “Disguise”, where Blac’s lyrical darts, combined with Stu Bangas’ dark, ominous sound could double as a scene in an old Sherlock Holmes flick. On “The Road”, “Holmes” details the plight of the independent artist, from the constant travelling to the difficulty of maintaining even some marginal success to having to rely on merchandise sales. It’s an account of how so many hip-hop artists have to make their living while keeping their integrity intact. Furthermore, Blac goes toe to toe with AOTP and Demigodz cohort Apathy on “Machine”. On one of Watson & Holmes‘ last jewels, “Tormented”, an introspective Blacastan questions the tenets of organized religion and the existence of an afterlife.

In summation, when this LP was first announced, its partnership may have been a little head-scratching, but overall, Blacastan and Stu Bangas bring out the best in each other on Watson & Holmes. With few guest appearances, mostly from AOTP members, “Holmes” is tasked with shouldering the lyrical load. With the help of “Watson’s” sonic bangers, he deftly pulls it off.

Grade: 8/10

Gems: Watson & Holmes, Change, Disguise, The Road ft. Block McCloud, Close Your Eyes ft. DJ Food Stamp, Machine ft. Apathy, Tormented, Throat Chop

If you’d like to hear more of their work, you can check out MC Esoteric’s Machete Mode, produced entirely by Stu Bangas, and Blacastan’s Master Builder Parts 1&2, Blac Sabbath, The Master of Reality and Me Against the Radio. For Blacastan’s other group projects, check out AOTP’s In Death Reborn and the Demigodz’ Killmatic. Support underground, independent hip-hop.

Cormega – Mega Philosophy Album Review

I had heard that Cormega and Large Professor were making an album together about a year and a half ago. In 2013, the Queens natives went on tour together, and I had a chance to see them grace the stage at Underworld in my hometown of Montreal. After listening to the long-awaited fruit of their collaboration, Mega Philosophy, I am cursing myself out for not doing more to get my ass to that show.

In hip-hop, artists who’ve been at it as long as Mega and Large Pro don’t usually put out content this good at this stage of their respective careers. But these two may have a magnum opus in this album. To begin with, from a production standpoint, albums with one man on the boards are usually blessed with a more cohesive and continuous sound. And who better for the task than Large Professor, a disciple of the late, great Paul C?
As for Cormega, the Queensbridge MC spits some of his best rhymes on Mega Philosophy. Shunning the materialism that has polluted this past generation of rap music, Mega instead waxes poetic on failed relationships, platonic or otherwise, (“Valuable Lessons”) and the duplicitous nature of the music industry (“Industry”). Furthermore, hip-hop heads will be pleased to hear the second incarnation of “MARS (Dream Team)”, which trades Action Bronson, Roc Marciano and Saigon for AZ, Redman and Styles P. There’s even a gem for those partial to the “rappity-rap” with “Rap Basquiat”, a track more than worthy of the artist whose name it bears.

After sitting with the album, it becomes clear that Cormega and Large Professor maintain a somehwat professoral relationship with their audience, akin to preparing their pupils for life in the real world, as evidenced with “More”, “Honorable”, featuring Raekwon the Chef himself, and “Rise”, with Maya Azucena on the hook. As OC and Apollo Brown did with Trophies in 2012, Mega Philosophy is the product of a man who has not only lived, but learned from his trials and tribulations the hard way.

In short, Mega, blessed with the rare gift of knowledge of self, imparts over 40 years’ worth of wisdom in a way that only a son of the Queensbridge Projects can.

Consider this album one of this year’s best. Top 5 at least. Check out the last entry for other projects that made the list.

Grade: 10/10

Gems: THE WHOLE ALBUM. Seriously.


Top Hip-Hop Albums of 2014 (So Far)

The first six months of 2014 have been nothing short of awesome for hip-hop music. Although we’re only halfway through the year, there are already several projects to be unofficially considered for Album of the Year. Some of these albums were released as early as a couple of weeks ago, while others hit shelves a few months back. I’m a little late to the party as far as reviewing each of these albums goes, so I’ve done the next best thing and compiled a list, in order of release, of the year’s best (so far). I recently saw XXL Magazine compile its own top 25 list, but the group of Einsteins behind that piece made some glaring omissions. All the albums I chose, save one, were not included on that joke of a list, so here goes. I tried ranking them, but it turns out that shit is borderline Sisyphean…

Freddie Gibbs & Madlib – Piñata (March 18th)

If we were to rewind a couple of years, a lot of hip-hop fans would be scratching their heads at this pairing. But if anything, Piñata symbolizes the arrival of Freddie Gibbs. The Gary, Indiana product has made huge strides as an MC, armed with crafty lyrics and one of rap’s tightest flows. Madlib, the other half of the equation, has collaborated with some of hip-hop’s best and has developed a reputation for tailoring his beats to his partners’ strong suits. This project is no exception.

Gems: Deeper, High ft. Danny Brown, Thuggin, Broken ft. Scarface, Lakers ft. Ab-Soul & Polyester the Saint, Knicks

Cunninlynguists – Strange Journey Volume 3 (April 1st)

The purist in me would’ve shit all over this album for having too many guest appearances, but they were nowhere near the nuisance I’ve often thought them to be. The ‘Lynguists waste no time pulling you into their world, and masterfully cover the entire spectrum of the human condition in just under an hour. In travelling that spectrum, you will laugh, you will cry. After listening to Strange Journey Volume 3, you’ll feel like you went through a revolving door of emotions, and you’ll be better for it.

Gems: Strange Universe ft. Del the Funky Homosapien, South California ft. Tunji, Guide You Through Shadows ft. Substantial & RA Scion, Castles ft. Aesop Rock & Sadistik, The Format ft. Masta Ace & Mr. SOS

Pharoahe Monch – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (April 15th)

Going back to the Organized Konfusion days, Monch has been quietly putting out gems for nearly 25 years, unjustly excluded from conversations debating hip-hop’s greatest MCs. PTSD, his fourth solo effort, is a portrait of mental unraveling and the ensuing struggle to return to some sense of normalcy. Featuring production from Jesse West, Marco Polo, and Lee Stone, among others, the album is easily the Queens MC’s most personal; the epitome of grown-man rap.

Gems: Rapid Eye Movement ft. Black Thought, The Jungle, Broken Again, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, D.R.E.A.M. ft. Talib Kweli

Army of the Pharaohs – In Death Reborn (April 22nd)

The term “hard body” gets thrown around rather loosely when it comes to hip-hop music. You haven’t heard hard body hip-hop until you’ve heard AOTP’s latest effort. Unlike the other albums on this list, this crew spews out vitriol and braggadocio over boom bap beats for all 14 tracks. You won’t find even a hint of vulnerability on the album, but you will feel like taking on the entire world head-on afterwards.

Gems: Luxor Temple, The Demon’s Blade, Headless Ritual, Visual Camouflage, Sumerians

Blu – Good to be Home (May 19th)

With his latest solo effort, the West Coast MC will walk you through a summer in Los Angeles in an hour and a half. Over soulful production by Bombay, Good to be Home could also be interpreted as an ode to Blu’s youth, as if pulling up a chair and looking back at all the shenanigans he got into as a twentysomething. If anything, you’ll be left with a pretty good idea of who Johnson Barnes is, and of how LA molds its youth.

Gems: The Return, The West, The 50z, The Summer/Angel Dust ft. 2Mex, LMNO & Imani, Red & Gold ft. Prodigy, Mitchy Slick & Phil da Agony, Well Fare ft. Thurz & Casey Veggies, He Man, Can’t Stop Won’t Stop ft. Alchemist, Evidence, Tristate, Donel Smokes, Krondon, Chace Infinite & Planet Asia

Meyhem Lauren & Buckwild – Silk Pyramids (May 27th)

Queens up-and-comer Meyhem Lauren, rhyming over living legend Buckwild’s always on point beats, has made a more than worthy follow-up to 2012’s Respect the Fly Shit. If anything, Silk Pyramids demonstrates Buck’s versatility as a producer, veering away from the classic horn-sampled beats of the 90s, as well as how far Mey has come in his craftsmanship as an MC. For a more detailed review, rewind two posts.

Gems: 100 Mph ft. Action Bronson, Street Hop ft. Troy Ave & Retch, Aztec Blue ft. Hologram, Silk Shirts and Yellow Gold, Been Official

Skyzoo & Torae – Barrel Brothers (May 27th)

Barrel Brothers is Brooklyn in a nutshell. Over beats by Oh No, Illmind, Black Milk, DJ Premier and Apollo Brown, to name a few, slick-talking, silver-tongued Skyzoo and Torae, always rhyming with a chip on his shoulder, have created an authentic New York sound that’s been M.I.A. from hip-hop for quite some time.

Gems: All in Together ft. Sean Price & Guilty Simpson, The Hand Off, 4 Bar Friday, Memorabilia, Rediscover ft. Blu, The Aura, Got it From Here

Buckshot & P-Money – BackPack Travels (June 24th)

A collaboration literally spanning the globe, Brooklyn legend Buckshot and New Zealand’s P-Money went short and sweet on this one. 10 tracks and not a filler in the bunch. I wasn’t familiar with P’s work, but after listening to BackPack Travels, it’s fair to say that the man is unjustly slept on. This album doesn’t have the grimy sound Buckshot became known for with Black Moon, but the elder statesman delivers nonetheless.

Gems: Just Begun ft. Raz Fresco, Clear Light ft. Chelsea Reject, We in Here ft. David Dallas, Killuminati