Ease up on us sensitives!
We feel, you feel, we all feel!
Greetings, my poignant, music aficionados. It’s Thursday and I woke up feeling delicate and nostalgic. What planet is making me feel like this?
No one knows?
Anyway, whatever planet that was, just know it woke me out of bed, sent brain signals to me and told me to make avocado toast and to shed light on an album from the vault today. Something you and I have not done in a hot minute, I know, I know. You’re allowed to be angry, you are entitled to feel, but I think once you and I delve into this one your anger will subsidize.
So, let’s talk about storytelling. Stories in general? Alluring, as they should be; a body of words that has pure intention of having you hooked in order to keep reading. When we talk about music in this capacity it’s very similar, but for me it’s much more complex than this. I hope my fellow English majors don’t drag my wig through the mud when I say this, but…
*whispers* music is much more superior than a story because music takes a lot more knowledge in order to incorporate diverse elements.
Okay, there I said it! Put your tomatoes away!
Now that confession time is out of the way, let’s get into this project that you and I are both actually here to discuss because…it’s fantastic! C’MON!
Yes, Slum Village. The flyest throw-away group of the late 90s and early 2000s. They created so many of their own lanes, sounds, and concepts just to be forgotten about by so many artists that need their guidance, but…that’s an adult conversation the locals are not ready for.
The Fantastic Vol. 2 was Slum Village’s sophomore album, and unlike actual sophomores, it was way ahead of it’s time and genre that has made it so monumental as a body of work. A 20 track album that told a story through wordplay, jazz, AND hip-hop? If you didn’t like A Tribe Called Quest (which is unheard of) there’s no way you were going to enjoy this. Hear me out, okay. Did I mention J Dilla was an important component to their equation? I mean, he was one of the vocal members brother’s and must I say his contribution just might be one of my favorite elements about SV’s sound.
Though, the sound to this album was remarkable enough to leave you feeling like you’re on top of the world, and astonishing enough to create heed for an instrumental album, it was really a lot of the lyrics that made you have a lot of hope for things. Like your dreams, your bag, and love. Duh! Everyone loves hearing about love in music and when it’s being executed through storytelling from linguists? Whew! Keep it coming. I mean, that’s what most of their music was about anyway. Beautiful, black, street love through the perspective of Detroit poets. It doesn’t get better than that.
Okay, I’m done rambling. Us melodramatics tend to do this quite often. I just do it with music.
Grab your mom, your sister, your friend, whatever! Then put this album on.
Give it a spin,
I promise it’s as beautiful as you are within.
(Honorable mentions: I Don’t Know, Climax, Tell Me, Get Dis Money, Once Upon A Time, Players, 2U 4U, Who Are We. I know, almost the whole damn album. Listen!)