fu, no one, unisonic, coolzey, paul mak.
leilani, gaiden, no one, felix, vanessa, da funda tat.
|year of release:
|3. Record Store Love,
Part 1 feat. Animosity, Leilani
|4. Coming Correct
feat. GaiDen & No One
|5. Traveling Song
feat. Felix & GaiDen
|7. Channel Nine feat.
|8. Computer Hate
|9. Can You? feat.
|10. Record Store
Love, Part II feat. Animosity, Leilani
|12. 7 Digit Manner
|13. Ode To Bass feat.
|14. Monster Interlude
|15. Dry Dream feat.
Da Funda Tat
|16. Femme Fatale
|17. Butt Heads
Quite 90 In The Head
Des Moines, Iowa in
the Midwest is where Angle resides. Somewhere nearby
lives Tack-Fu. And his album ("Chained Reaction") was
where we first heard of Angle and it's also Tack, that
produced the first two tracks on this album, with the
other beats being provided by cats like No One, Unisonic,
Coolzey, Paul Mak and Tack in a few more cases. And
the non Schnicken is responsible for the "Intro",
where some demonic possession seems to be utilized to
get our attraction. That wouldn't have been needed,
as it's rather wasting a good beat, it being resurrected
though, once the short rhyming starts, that takes away
some of the attempted oddity, and adds sense, making
this the introduction that's beneficial for all parties.
The vibe stays rather gory on "R.I.P.M.C.",
as the combination of Tack's oriental beat, and the
battling swinging words, are coming across serious,
and rather haunted. What leads us to an early conclusion,
that we are not in for some bubble gum music, that is
bursting once it his something solid, but the music
itself is actually solid and firmly positioned.
That despite the vibe
getting a little friendlier on "Record
Store Love, Part I", a track that every real
music fiend should be able to relate to, despite Angle,
Animosity and Leilani not only talking about what happens
during a visit to the beat junkiest dealer, it also
talking about the cats preference when it comes to this
music field. The beat is making the vibe somewhat more
free, as Unisonic is keeping the track open with the
gritty sounds being positioned toward the back. Remaining
in a similar vibe, Angle is once more teaming up with
a host of people on "Coming
Correct", as he welcomes GaiDen and No One,
who also did the beat, that comes across somewhat movie
adaptable, it sounding like a moment where a walking
person is watched. The emcees are flowing with words
to sound clever, or to say things that haven't yet been
intended to be told. The next track "Traveling
Song" is one of those that have us the album
enjoy as much as we do, as the No One production is
dope, and the three emcees Angle, Felix and GaiDen are
rhyming about more reflective things, as the philosophies
are mingling with dream structures.
Coming back on the solo
tip on "Catharsis",
Angle takes on the character of an orator, who seems
to be called when things get shaky, and when there's
some diamond to be rescued out of the mud. We are not
too keen on this Fu beat, but are receiving reparation
in the form of the good "Channel
Nine", another track by No One, and one where
he shows his musical side, while Animosity is also lending
his voice to the track. And maybe we should put the
name No One on some piece of paper, to later have somewhere
to look him up, as "Computer
Hate" is again proving that he is able to
do interesting and nice beats. The lyrics demand some
effort from us to dwell into them, what seems to be
a statement that's valid for the whole album. The next
beat, used for "Can You?",
is welcoming, but at the same time of destined and determining
character. There's always the need to say something
with the lyrics, may it be that in the end, there is
still a meaning behind the track, even once we have
peeled away the braggadocios elements of the song.
Store Love, Part II" comes
on next, and is even nicer than the first one, this
one here being our favorite track of the whole album.
It starts with the singing of Leilani, before the rhyming
comes on, making the drum change into neck braking frequency.
Lyrically the cats stepped out the store and are looking
now at the neighborhood it is situated in. Coolzey then
does the instrumental "Segue",
and he makes it reeking of blues and sounding somewhat
old schoolish, as this here, a little further fastened
up, could be a chosen anthem by many b-boys and breakers.
And this dance step intermission is leading up to another
Coolzey beat, that comes across rather private eyed,
as on "7 Digit Manner"
the sounds are of big band sources, while Angle and
Felix talk about the emotional pasts, with females being
the center object of concern. With "Ode
To Bass" another Tack Fu beat is being utilized
for Angle to rhyme and Vanessa providing the singing,
and this is having that Dixie band jazz feel, making
it sound like something that could be played on one
of those Mississippi steam boats.
Interlude", where some old O.C. track is
playing in the back, gets the door open for "Dry
Dream" to walk through, where we are getting
rather nasty verses, however, still keeping things within
the REM moments. No One then brings back a guitar plucking
for "Femme Fatale",
and combines it with a shuffling drum and hidden strings,
where Angle is being haunted by a response of the women
to dreamy song of before. And finally there's "Butt
Heads", where Paul Mak is making the track
rather gritty, while Angle is bitter for only a few
seconds, as he then gets angry, gets his retributions
and swinging in the direction of those that talked,
without anyone asking them to say shit, especially as
what they were saying was mere wood being thrown into
This album is hard to
grasp as it is twisting itself out of your grip, with
lyrics that are twisting around subjects in foggy ways.
However if one is walking with the Angle, he will prove
to you, that what looked like a detour, in actuality
is the most direct way. Also the beats are demanding
attention, as they are not coming lighthearted or easy
to digest. And these comments are not meant in a way
to criticize the album, saying it is incomplete or any
such thing. This is simply meaning, that the deepness
and depth showcased, is of an intensity, that's hard
to describe, hard to bear, but also hard to not appreciate.