When faced with a masterpiece, silence often descends. Silence is awe for what transcends. Writing truthfully about this album is therefore the most daunting task.
Citing one track over another would mean betraying the visionary power of this work. We are not merely talking about one of the most beautiful and at the same time revolutionary albums that hip hop history has ever seen, but probably the most artistically significant album that has appeared on this planet in recent years.
Listening to "The Further Adventure Of Lord Quas" is not a listening experience; it is an original experience. An experience that casts into oblivion: oblivion of self, oblivion of music itself, oblivion of one's time. The deconstructive scope of this record is so strong that it involves the listener in a real existential shipwreck. The reference points are so many that their perfect, crazy assembly dissolves the content.
Everything appears rarefied like in an eternal skit of sounds, or rather, like infinite skits where words vanish over time. The helium rhymes of Madlib are caustic, nonsensical, out of time, out of the world; they often occur on the beat without direction or reason, like images in a Van Peebles film. Even where the piece seems more logical (like in "Rappcats", an apologia of the Old School), you realize that you are actually listening to an inarticulate list of names.
Dialogs, rhymes, images, sounds... Everything is one. The differences, understood as part of a single madness, cancel each other out. There are no more boundaries (such as between one track and another, for instance), just as this album might no longer exist, perhaps not even music.
Lord Quas is not a fictional character, nor is he even the invention of a mind; Lord Quas is that madman who announces at the market: Music is dead!