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Are as funny off kilter as their golf attire, display the more humorous side to their muse. And the Hollywood musical of My Favourite Things, complete with Julie Andrews as head bitch no doubt in a jazz jungle make over.

The Fiddler on the Roof interlude of Good Day, Good Sir, an Abbot and Costello skit, set in the Ghetto Fabulous. So we get in the first five songs a sense of invention and vigour most bands fail to put in its first ten tracks. And the middle eighth with its Coltraine horns and sound effects is another use of cosmic invention. The chorus is great the kick drum thumps to perfection. Spread is also a big hit in waiting in short it’s a bottle of glory that deserves a house in every home. One of a number of would be singles if they’d seen fit to release it. This time with Kiss guitars and crisper drums, the females are hot and the rap is chilling. Happy Valentine’s Day is familiar territory in that it’s a call and response funk of say George Clinton back to the source if you like, particularly seen Snoop and De La built careers on his tunes. Not like your usual rap album but then the Outkast aren’t your usual rap outfit are they? By the time of the soft spoken God, where upon Andre mulls over the failure of long-term love. The wonderful piano part and the scat type vocals its very reminisant of Prince’s Parade. After that we head long into the squealing guitars and trad jazz groove of Love hater, its as mad as a box of frogs and jumps as much around the history of black music like a radio with tourettes. The intro to The Love Below is a stunning Cole Porter type tune that is only a few minutes long, but gives rise to the words short and sweet. Andre’s side is The Love Below and is as varied and European as Big Boi’s Speakerboxx is difficult and obtruded well on first listen especially. From the Sly Stone ruffin Hey Ya! The most catchiest song to gatecrash the top ten ever to the sub Balearic charms of The Way you Move and the purple sleaze of Spread. And at 41 tracks spread over two discs it’s a long haul, Big Bio and Andre 3000 have constructed a monument as vast as the Grand Canon and as monumental as the Egyptian Sphinx. Or any of the records I’ve listed it is of course the superfreakysexy beast that is Speakerboxx/The Love Below, by those auteur of modern America The Outkast. Or Prince’s Sign of the Times, my beloved Blur trilogy. It’s as great as anything Stevie Wonder put his name to in his purple patch. That is until I copped a load of hip hop rap stuff of my niece Kate’s fiancé Lee, and discovered the power of the beat, and its street poetry.īut then I’m led into a quandary because my favourite album from the sound of Black America fits into the genre but doesn’t at the same time. In fact probably not since the day of De La Soul and 3 Feet High and Rising have I enjoyed an album in this genre. Eminem is a far safer bet and with The Marshal Mathers album did what most rap artists haven’t managed to do in a long time present a coherent whole as opposed to snippets here and there. About what I’m not sure, and didn’t really mention the fact the tune was as dull as ditchwater. I remember seeing Ian Brown banging on about this P Diddy video about how it was marvellous that he used all that money to make this statement.

Speakerbox the love below full album movie#

Of course Snoop Dog is a master If The Homies Cant Have None, to Gin and Juice, by far the best thing about that G8 concert.īut the P Diddy stuff “Chains and Uzi I’m cool I’ve got lots of money check out my mini movie video” just leaves me cold. The first hip-hop album I bought was a compilation album Hip Hop and Rapping up the House, a strictly Telstar effort, but had some wack illin tunes on it.

And the Malcolm X antics of Public Enemy. Doug E Fresh and The Show, the delights of Eric B and Rakim especially the claustrophobic Follow the Leader. Well I’ve always loved hip-hop, from Kool Moe Dee and Go See the Doctor, to Grandmaster Flash’s White Lines.