Do I even need to express any such thing about Talib Kweli that you don’t already know? Can’t I simply add the brand new record? Ugh, fine. So his 2011 work Gutter Rainbows was a ridiculously average work; I don’t know who was at fault, and I don’t care. It could have been a Lupe/L.A.S.E.R.S.-like name lamentation, or it might’ve been Talib’s possess damage in Kwelity; but with the launch of his new album Prisoner of Conscious, there is fulfillment in focusing simply how much it does not matter because at the very least the latter has both been removed or amended as a ponderous possibility.
First and foremost, this really is perhaps one of the very soulful Trendy Jump collections that has been noticed in a variety of minutes, according to the tick tock of Stylish Hop; it’s the sort of recording wherever as a writer that you don’t desire to simple out any songs because you want to touch upon the fruitful generation (courtesy of S1, Oh No, RZA and J. Cole to mention a few) that’s the majority of the batch, but concurrently you would like your market to be as happily surprised as you were once you gone engrossed virtually a blank slate.
Individual Microphone (produced by Oh No) is a banger of an intro that has the hunger that Kweli has been sorely missing over the past couple of years, unloading multisyllabic rhymes reminiscent of Major Pun and older Eminem. The strings and violin complement one another as the history to Talib’s vitality, and luckily don’t conclusion here, violins returning for Push Through and Hamster Wheel while violin results on Before He Went and team up with synthesizers to offer Fine Flowers a subtle g-funk noise which strikes from remaining field. Nevertheless the brass… the brass is what really stands out, although their existence is of equal balance to pianos and violins.
Large Living and Bomb Boats see the best of the brass, and both for their very own reasons apart from being superbly combined with drums. Wherever High Living sees its sources in the market of gospel/rock’n’roll/swing rhythms, Rocket Ships uses their drums to meat up the already-prevalent Wu-stamp that RZA has imposed in their production… and have I stated that Busta Rhymes reverts to his beloved funny part once more?
Ultimately, Favela Enjoy is oddly and gently the wealthiest in sound; only a little low-key jazzy traditional samba quantity offering Brazil’s Seu Jorge, beginning with smooth stop drums and synthesizers before its action which effortlessly fuses Latin percussion, keyboard, guitar and maracas. Undoubtedly one for those older, more experienced people who like the sonic company of Brazilian favelas.
Prisoner of Aware also enjoys visitor spots from an astonishing amount of names like Kendrick Lamar, Melanie Fiona, Floetry’s Marsha Ambrosius, Abby Jobson and Hip Hop’s latest go-to R&T crooner Miguel. While it’s good to know the stuff of intergenerational crème p manhunter crème between Kweli and Kendrick on Drive Through (seriously, decide to try to choose that you simply prefer), you’re not particularly handled by the lacklustre, rather expected verses from Curren$y and Nelly on Drive Through and Before He Went, respectively; one miracles if these were merely label-requested improvements because neither of these two are reduce from the same material or stitched in to the exact same match as Kweli.
That’s not saying which they destroy the tunes they’re on, it’s just that no body would miss them should they weren’t on them; if we are to show a poor into a positive it’s that people can melody out for their verses and bethink previous partnerships with Mos Def, Frequent, Hi-Tek and Madlib… buuuuut if you are a perpetual pessimist the negative remains therefore, although in an alternative light.
Also, Top Echelon is obnoxiously driven by claps, hats and whiney synthesizers, and an even more materialistic Talib (can’t actually tell if he is being interesting or not) rendering it sub-par to anything on the record lyrically and musically. That out-of-character trait eventually becomes an out-of-place trait for the album holistically, detracting from what has up to this aspect been pushed by intelligence, perhaps not ignorance.