Every now and then I catch myself being that asshole I hated when I was in my
teens and 20's -- that grumpy irascible s#%t who complains that today's music isn't
any good and that the stuff they grew up listening to was the peak of artistic
beauty. You might forgive me for thinking Public Enemy, N.W.A, Wu-Tang Clan and
Ice-T (to name a few) are better than Future, Travis Scott, Waka Flocka and
Lil Yachty, but that doesn't make less of a
grumpy old f#$k, it just means you're a grumpy old f#$k too. I have to remember
that hip-hop music and culture doesn't exist in a vacuum where it remains eternal
and unchanging. Even in the 1980's when selling rap on wax was barely a decade old,
KRS-One was mocking the previous generation's inability to adapt to changing times.
"You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had his turn
Now it's my turn..."
So there's no reason to live in the vacuum along with your favorite records of
the past. It's great to appreciate the past but to do so while ignoring the present
is a fallacy because you can't force hip-hop to freeze a moment in time like
Doctor Strange and live in it forever... or can you? La Coka Nostra only drops a group album
every three to four years, and yet each time they do, I'm yanked backward to the
first time I ever heard Non Phixion's "I Shot Reagan" back in 1998 and was
introduced to Ill Bill's wordplay and some of New York's grimiest rap production.
He's the only link between LCN and NP but that's enough given that Danny Boy,
Slaine and Bill took that torch and carried it forward like the Olympics. Hmm --
every three to four years -- yeah that makes sense!!
Ill Bill: "Peep the concrete jungle holocaust
Combustible tomahawks and molotovs, welcome to the Monster's Ball
The worst is yet to come, hold the microphone like stone
Focus on chrome, spit it like a lava lamp explode
and pasteurize your pain, granulate your hate, amputated saint
Shiksa cup full of random change, standing in the rain
Speakin truth, listen close, your life depends on it
F#$# movin mountains, let's break reality and bend logic
F#%# the streets, life's bigger than that and Death's watchin
Use my bare hands to intercept rockets, spit on my cock bitch"
"Waging War" features a deceptively dope track by The Arcitype that gets better
with each listen, but it's just the tip of the LCN iceberg. The album is quite
frankly an embarrassment of riches when it comes to deciding which tracks to talk
about. Every single part of J57's "Dark Day Road" lives up to the name - the synths,
the percussion so clean you could eat off it, and the perfectly met balance between
dark beats and crystal clear vocals - and refencing Big Daddy Kane's "Ain't No Half
Steppin" in the middle of Bill's verse is just playing to me like a f#$#ing fiddle.
As I'm crowing about how good it is I'm missing the opportunity to shine a spotlight
on Statik Selektah's mellow guitars and superb scratches on "Stay True," DJ Lethal's
ominous and head nodding heavy "Now or Never" (it's like a damn Godzilla movie theme),
or the hair raisingly gothic "Crispy Innovators" featuring Vinnie Paz as produced
by Vherbal.
Speaking of guest appearances, Sick Jacken rocks over the far left end of 88 keys
provided by Leaf Dog on "I Need Help." The samples in the chorus are just... well
to say it's an audio collage of brilliance might be understating it. Hearing Q-Tip
from "8 Million Stories" just put it over the top for me. Again La Coka Nostra are
pushing all my buttons and trying to drag me backward to a hip-hop era where I
thought "Black Helicopters" were circling in the sky, an era of the grittiest and
rawest underground rap imaginable, back when one could still call raps "underground"
and mean it in an unpretentious way that wasn't a marketing scheme. If the production
is an embarrassment of riches then so are the guest stars - Q-Unique & Sadie Vada
on "Blind," Nems on "Archie Bunker" and Apathy on the timely "America."
Look y'all I get it. I can't live in the glory days of Kangol hats and fat gold
chains any more than I can live in the glory days of Rawkus Records and Fondle 'Em.
La Coka Nostra makes me want to believe though. For a blissful 45 minutes it's an
uncut dose of that nostalgia straight through the ear canals to the dopamine centers
of my brain. I'll get back to trying to appreciate AutoTuned emcees for what they
are in a minute -- just let me have my dope fix for a little bit. (RIP Uncle Howie.)
Music Vibes: 8.5 of 10
Lyric Vibes: 8.5 of 10TOTAL Vibes: 8.5 of 10
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Every now and then I catch myself being that asshole I hated when I was in my
teens and 20's -- that grumpy irascible s#%t who complains that today's music isn't
any good and that the stuff they grew up listening to was the peak of artistic
beauty. You might forgive me for thinking Public Enemy, N.W.A, Wu-Tang Clan and
Ice-T (to name a few) are better than Future, Travis Scott, Waka Flocka and
Lil Yachty, but that doesn't make less of a
grumpy old f#$k, it just means you're a grumpy old f#$k too. I have to remember
that hip-hop music and culture doesn't exist in a vacuum where it remains eternal
and unchanging. Even in the 1980's when selling rap on wax was barely a decade old,
KRS-One was mocking the previous generation's inability to adapt to changing times.