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producers: definition,
zone ill, ill poetic
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guests: huntor
prey
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| year of release:
2002 |
| website: cosmicsouls.8m.com |
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| tracklisting |
| 1. What Is Definition? |
| 2. Definition |
| 3. Analysis |
| 4. Amina |
| 5. Reason |
| 6. Reflections |
| 7. To
The Beat... |
| 8. Wake
Up |
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There's something about
Ohio, that makes this place be host to a remarkable
amount of good music. And while many of the names are
already known, talked about and carried into the world,
it's getting even more remarkable, when suddenly out
of nowhere there appears a group that you can only praise
in an abundance of ways. And the crew that demands this
is going by the name of Definition. The two members
call Cincinnati their home, and with they Zone Ill and
Ill Poetic is meant. They are also part of the Cosmic
Souls collective, and believing the inside of their
cover, there will be a Cosmic Souls compilation coming
up, along with several other projects from the clique.
But we are talking about thing that shouldn't be relevant
right now, because this moment belongs to Definition,
and us paying tribute to their incredible EP.
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"What
Is Definition?" is opening
the EP with words that are of a spoken word kind. The
poet is Huntor Prey, and he speaks on the shackles that
the word 'definition' carries in its core, what then
however gets twisted to a pointing out the chances.
And while the very first few seconds belong to plush
strings, it's a plucking piano that picks up the remaining
seconds. Already on the second cut we need to take a
deep breath, because the enormousness of the beat is
filling the available room, and may it only be the space
between the headphones and your ears. This cut is "Definition",
what obviously operates as the introduction, that allows
us to draw the first conclusion: the two cats are dope
behind the mic as well. Cause their flows are proper,
the topics they chose to talk about are not always of
the stereotypical clever cats type rhetoric.
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The piano is still present
on "Analysis", but
it's combined with a reggae-ish guitar. The title of
the cut is consisting of the word, that describes the
action that these cats are doing on this song. They
are however not opening their eyes to look into the
world, but they are pointing it onto themselves, as
they are trying to explain and explore their inner talents,
as well as the products that make it to the outside.
"Amina" is going
the story telling route, as we are listening to the
two cats meeting an impressive lady at two different
occasions, with the climax of the story being rather
obvious, while the two Ill's are still able to keep
the progress to end entertaining.
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What then leads us into
the solo track "Reason"
by Zone Ill. And he's flowing over a self produced beat,
that is giving us another incredible piano, that is
perfectly fitting the more poem like verses. They are
intending to expose all the reasons behind the hard
to understand. Ill Poetic then somewhat goes for dolo,
as he does the beat, as well as the lyrics on "Reflection".
And together with the previous track, this allows you
to hear the differences in styles and deliveries these
two cats have. Moving on we get the rather content and
happy "To The Beat...",
where the paper with the changing the world rhymes is
being put to the side, and the sheet with the straight
flowing is picked up. What then leaves us with "Wake
Up". And unlike you should do with a demo
(put the best cut first), Definition put the best track
last. Ill Poetic once more dug up one incredible sample,
that consists of one of the most beautiful pianos that
we've heard in a minute. Things then change for a break
and are even flipped towards the end of the cut, proving
that Definition is too cool to overloop this sample.
The lyrics have to be overshadowed by this bliss, but
with them being conscious and willing to say something
of relevance, they are completing one amazing track.
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But it's not just this
one cut that has us be enormously happy about this record.
While at the same time we have to acknowledge that the
eight cuts on here are very much focusing on one style,
that has us wonder about the versatility and even universality
of their appeal. What once more is a ridiculous statement
in the face of dope rhymes and dope beats. We probably
should just be happy with being given something as nice
as this, and halt our bickering.
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| review: tadah |
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