DJ Frane
Electric Garden of Delights
City Massive
DW & Fat Jack
The Message
City Massive
Holy Ninja Tune! Do people still make instrumental
hip-hop albums? Scratch that (ho ho). Do
people still make great instrumental hip-hop
albums? Are the glory days of Mo' Wax and Ninja
Tune not just so much bong resin? Is it possible
that I received two such albums that, call me crazy,
are just as good as anything Krush or The Herbaliser
ever did in the heyday?
Yes it is. DJ Frane presents … Electric Garden
of Delights almost never made it past my stoner
detector. It features cover art done by a 16-year-old
who just got Bitches
Brew for his birthday, and it has a running
tube-pulling theme (the subtitle is "Beats to Blaze
To Volume 2") that would normally cause this CD
to leap into my trash can. But, but… it's funny.
It's clever. It's all done with records and turntables,
you know, and it's done in an eminently listenable,
consistently funky, downright coherent style. It's
everything hip-hop DJ albums used to be before the
good DJs got too tricky (Kid Koala anyone?) or got
rapper friends (sorry Triple Threat). And you know
what? It'd probably be good to get high to. There's
lots of very funny and very unlicensed sampling
of a Bill Cosby anti-drugs routine that makes even
your very un-stoned reviewer get the giggles. Trip-hop
reloaded: who knew this is what my life was missing?
DW & Fat Jack knew, so they made the best DJ
Krush album since 1995. And just as Krush's
increasingly technical production style has emerged
at the expense of his ear for mood, melody and a
good sample, so DW & FJ's The Message offers
songs of a quality inversely proportional to their
fidelity. Despite Fat Jack's alleged status as some
kind of LA hip-hop production legend, this is some
lo-fi, unpolished shit. Frequencies mesh, songs
fade out for no reason -- it sounds practically
unmastered. It's a mess. But what The Message
does have is head-nodding, dubbed-out tunes of distinction,
and a wicked, hazy atmosphere that feels like a
room full of stacked cushions. Light another.
Whether these two albums have anything in common
beyond a distributor and some terrible artwork I
do not know. But I hope they're both part of some
kind of revival. The world, surprisingly, needs
more of this.
For fans of:
The Herbaliser
DJ Krush
Funky Porcini
La Funk Mob
DJ
Shadow