De La Soul
3 Feet High And Rising

THE REVIEW

Who is the knuckelehead, wanting respect?!

No, no...that was probably Ghostface. So, let's start again:

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If listening to De La Soul, in general, is like taking a walk in the park in springtime, then listening to "3 Feet High and Rising", in particular, is like eating a popsicle.

In fact, the album in question and a popsicle have a lot in common: the latter is fresh, colorful and anyone can enjoy it without worrying about calories.

And if this brilliant analogy could easily end the discussion on the record, what else is there for me to say, other than warmly recommending listening to "3 Feet High and Rising" (and rest assured it will put a smile on your face)? Beats me!

I could tell you that there are 24 tracks: in some they rap and in others they don't; in some they whisper, speak in French, grow daisies, simulate orgasms...

So, what are you waiting for?! The message of De La Soul is positive and sunny, and even if positivity isn't exactly blowing in your neck of the woods, well, it's spring nonetheless, isn't it?!

I'll leave you with a quote from the three that might hit the mark or might have nothing to do with it:

Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways

Now there must be ghetto gangs and ghetto play

If ghetto thing can have its way and get arranged

Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change