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| crew consists of:
Kool Savas, Justus Jonas, FumanShu, Martin Bütow, Melbeatz,
Fuat, Illo, Ronald Mack Donnald und Jack Orsen |
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| tracklisting |
| 1. Intro |
| 2. Schlangen |
| 3. Tsakkaa |
| 4. NLP |
| 5. Entr8 |
| 6. Elefanten |
| 7. Wer Rhymt Geschwinnt |
| 8. Br8 |
| 9. Hörst Du Was
Du Sagst? |
| 10. Louis |
| 11. Bei Mir |
| 12. Wer Du Bist |
| 13. Gib8 |
| 14. Spreng Die Bank |
| 15. Jeder Weg |
| 16. Fremd Im Eigenen
Land (Pt. II) |
| 17. Nordwestberlin |
| 18. Rain |
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| N.L.P.
(Neuro-Linguistische Programmierung) |
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Smooth is the introduction
to the album. With a tender groove the listener is welcomed
by a female voice to this record. Actually one would
enjoy to continue to listen to this, but suddenly the
chopped beat and the rough, but flow heavy rhymes of
"Schlangen" shake
us back into reality. And already now we realize what
we will be listening to for the rest of the album: battle
rhymes! The skit up next operates as a self advertisement.
Imitating (but not living up to others that have done
this before and better) Harry Weiford's famous 'Home
Order TV gibberish', it tries to point out the qualities
of this record [tadahsters says: this also is a Dutch
feller, not Harry though, but that 'Tschakka' dude].
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Up next is a short (and
continuously repeated) flute-loop and a not too complex
drum sample. Things are loosened up with one of the
rare scratch moments (going 'funny style niggas'). The
flow of the battle rhymes might be able to connect with
the music, but the need for wit and originality gets
not satisfied. The next skit actually has a good groove,
that could have been used for something to build upon,
but after just about one minute, the whole thing gets
'wie ein Schiff versenkt' (sunk like a ship). With "Elefanten",
a track follows that features an interesting orchestra
/ guitar-sample, but the lyrics don't contain much else
but harmless disses.
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"Wer
Rhymt Geschwinnt" appears
in the Big-City-Style. The extreme flow matches well
the probably most challenging sample. But content wise,
this struggles to be more than an embarrassing Gangster
track. The next skit gives us real old school hip hop
though, with straight up beats and rhymes. But unfortunately
this is already over after only 40 seconds.
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Next, shrill beats open
up the posse cut. "Hörst Du
Was Du Sagst" has only one message though:
'damn, do we have a dope record!'.
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After a quick detour
through the Kindergarten ("Louis")
we are to take in an accordion sample. For some reason
I can't decide, if this is supposed to remind me of
some sailor tune or the last smash hit by Jaÿ-Z.
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Now finally on "Wer
Du Bist", for the first time the chorus happens
to work. With the xylophone sample, this track can be
called one of the best on the album. And also the next
skit once more features interesting sound experiments,
but as said: it's but a skit.
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The first few notes
on "Spreng Die Bank"
let us think of an old '70s soundtrack. This is being
confirmed by the gloss-less Disco Funk that follows.
And with this groove, the voices of the emcees finally
appear with character, and there is almost some sort
of musical emotion coming through. "Jeder
Weg" owns a crunchy beat, smoothly underlain
and supported by a farting bass. The battle rhymes are
flowing along well too. Once more a something bright,
but for this album complex beat, is made to be put under
the battle rhymes (what else) on "Fremd
Im Eigenen Land (Part II)".
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"Nordwestberlin"
is another Big City track, but once more it's nothing
but, battle, battle, battle.....so 'also komm schon
Baby und beweg deinen Arsch'! [tadahster explains: this
is a quote from a successful hit by Daichkind, and means
'come on baby, move your ass', to paraphrase]. And a
rocky and dark exit then is eventually provided by "Rain".
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So concluding, it's
fair to say, that there's plenty of flow on here. But
it's strongly dependent on the sounds. Because as soon
as the sounds are getting interesting, so does the flow.
But as the music for the most part, doesn't feature
any nuances, this monotony is holding back the rhymes
as well. But in total, the lyrics are giving us little
that stands out, and so no rhyme has burned itself into
my brain. Actually, there's little content to the lyrics
anyways, as they are limited to disses and battle babbling.
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The monotony of the
beats has already been mention. This also has an influence
on the rhymes: on such a foundation, no emcee is able
to give himself character and gusto. There also can't
be anything found on here, that in any way could be
considered as being anything groundbreaking. And so
we have to suspect that not much time has been invested
into the creation of the sounds: the loops are short
and there are little to no extra effects. And the mixing
resulted in being rather shrill too.
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