I’ve reviving the melophobe 50-word music review (see here for details).
kanye west – yeezus — 8.0
Kanye intentionally turns his monomaniacal persona into a caricature, critiquing both himself and his media construction. Schizophrenic, offensive, and hilarious, Yeezus works a denser, more abrasive sonic palette than West’s worked before. His flow’s still mediocre—though there are great, cringe-worthy laughs throughout—but he’s aurally challenging himself, and us.
Reminds you of: El-P / Death Grips / The RZA
lady – lady – 6.2
If neo-soul recreated Motown for modern ears, what do we call a group reconstructing neo-soul? Classy, crisp, and with thin acid-jazz rasps, Lady clothes itself in its vinyl collection. Brand New Heavies ain’t bad influences but I wish this duo would get rougher and look less over its postmodern shoulder.
Reminds you of: Brand New Heavies / Martina Topley-Bird / Raphael Saadiq / En Vogue