Madvillain
Madvillainy

THE REVIEW

I don't like the Hip Hop from MTV videos, mass-produced, pre-packaged and churned out at a relentless pace, super colorful and dolled up, shiny and typically "baroque," those of "champagne, money and bitches"... nor the prefab works with easy sampling, of the suckers, of "copy/paste," of "found the formula now just repeat it infinitely," of Nelly, 50 Cent, and that failure Eminem (who, if it weren't for Dr. Dre and the color of his skin, who knows where he would be... bah!?). Not the one with feuds (or alleged ones) between East Coast and West Coast with various shootouts, not the one with "nooses" around the neck with the consequent "media challenge" of who has it bigger, not the one of money on wet asses.

I like the Hip Hop of badass productions, the "cultured" one, the one that can be both Underground and Avant-garde, that digs to the bottom of the barrel, scrapes the bottom, explores, the one that runs and doesn't stop, that mixes and blends with wisdom and respect, the one that knows the roots of black music (blues, jazz, soul, funk and old school hip hop, indeed), with warm and fluid voices that glide over the beat, the one that kicks ass without necessarily repeating and reminding you of it in every verse (just in case you forgot).

Well, if you are a bit like me, go grab this album that rocks hard like few others!
Otherwise, enjoy America's richest bleach blonde and his merry crew.