Aesop Rock - None Shall Pass
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There's sort of an unspoken contract between music lovers and worthwhile artists that we'll let them use our ears as a canvas for whatever kooky, next-level shit they think up, with the unsaid promise of enjoyable music in return, some finished relief between learning lessons. If they don't eventually deliver the hits, their unfruitful tinkering out in the woods falls on deaf ears. Because Aesop Rock was a great rapper who kind of gypped listeners in that bargain with his last two records, I pronounced him dead, in a sense. He didn't really start to stink like a certifiable music corpse per se, he just kind of got swallowed up by his own rabbit hole. Worse offenders include the Mars Volta and Wilco.
I'm sure 2003's Bazooka Tooth and 2005's mini joint Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives had plenty of invention and intelligence to spout, but I couldn't hear it for all the chaos. The music was so twisty and the lyrics so dizzying that only the labor of an extraordinarily close listen would've reaped meanings from the brittle obscurity. I'm probably making these records sound terribly meritless. They're not. They're just brittle and a bit short on comfortable resting places (exception: Aesop and El-P's tag-team duet "We're Famous," a turf-claiming firestorm that called out anything and everything). And let's call a spade a spade: "Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food/ Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art/ Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse/ And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt," is a bitch to read all spelled out, much less process through a stack of speakers. No wonder indie-crits switched to mainstream rap coverage in the interim; guys like this make us work too hard. And rap's supposed to be fun, right? Even the great educators - Rakim, KRS-One, Chuck D - rocked the mic; they didn't hand it a pad to take notes. It was good reason to believe Aes would never make a "No Regrets" or "Save Yourself" or even a "Nickel Plated Pockets" ever again.
Well, be careful what you wish for. As I slowly peel my foot from my gums, the title track from the game-changing None Shall Pass does it all again: over a cautious disco beat, Aesop swings his vocab with the stride of an athlete rather than dragging it like the bulky bag of words it is. He's still on about rhyming "rouge vocoder bliss" with "motor on the fritz," but at least he's keeping up his end of the deal again - there's even Kanye West-inspired chipmunk soul break following each refrain! And it sounds great! The attack is sparer and cleaner than the average Def Jux release, but by no means would I describe the production here as "crowd-pleasing." However, I can assure you it no longer sounds like drum machines...
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