A Search 4 Peace
label: all ranges of thought

producers: pryslezz pain, ill poetic

guests: ill poetic, al green, ubnoxus, the oldest, prose
year of release: 2003
Being a writer is a lonesome job. Pryslezz Pain's album "A Search 4 Peace" in today's world is even a more lonely trip. Because Pryslezz is not only keeping the songs mainly guest free, he's also depending on his own production. Making him the person that walks silent among the crowds, the one that sees more than he speaks, hears more than he answers, thinks more than he utters. An introspective stance that shows on this album. Despite the perspective being outspoken, and him saying a lot on the sixteen tracks. A whole lot. Because he writes poetry. Condensed capturing of life as A.R.T. All ranges of thought. The exact name of the good company Pryslezz keeps. A company that includes Definition amongst others. A company that fills the gaps when Pryslezz was too busy to be to do something.

tracklisting
1. Alpha
2. One feat. Ubnoxus
3. Inhuman feat. Ill Poetic
4. Dead People Don't Make Moves

5. Love & Happiness feat. Al Green

6. Focus Pt. I
7. Wants & Needs
8. Nevermore
9. But I... feat. The Oldest
10. A Search 4 Piece
11. R.I.P.
12. Focus Pt. II
13. Omega
14. Arbitration feat. Prose
15. To Thine The Glory
This inside out feeling is prominent throughout the record. When on "Dead People Don't Make Moves" Pain just talks, then the verse has a freestyle feel. Not because he comes up with the lines on the spot, but because he thinks while he recites his poem. The Ill Poetic beat is mainly the listener. Because Pain wants to converse and whenever he breaks his silence, he wants to be heard. And the audience of the album is a late and abstract factor. The beat is there and it's warm. With another incredible comforting beat being on the instrumental "Focus Pt. I". This beat is revisited on "Focus Pt. II", where it's still as clean as spring, but it's also fed with words, that eloquently speak on the lack of backbone. The piano also keeps the temperature agreeable on "Nevermore", making the world right for more poetry, while Prose has Pain get harder and making his stance firmer on "Arbitration".
The whole production of the album is warm. It's big, it's orchestrated, it's dark as well as the bricks of an air castle. It's always good, it's always deep, it's always plush. It's mainly melancholy. Like on "Love And Happiness", where our hero pulls a 'Music', him sampling Al Green extensively, also crediting him as a featured guest. The singing is incredibly hurt, with the breaking drum adding hard frustration. Pain gives himself more presence behind the mic, with the words centering around love lost. The love and respect relationship with Pain's savior is prayed about on "To Shine The Glory", while earthly love struggles are discussed on "Wants And Needs", a song that'd be a hit record if Pain would have the apparatus behind him.
With hope musically regained on "Inhuman", while Pain is still 'pissed at the world and its inhabitants.' Because the words are pessimistic, with the struggle being more than just about monetary means. Pain is finding how men are, compares himself to 'em and finds himself to be 'inhuman'. Ill Poetic, half of Definition and the person that's doing many beats on here (including this piano heavy song), also drops by for a quick verse, before he again withdraws to do the music. And as upbeat "But I..." sounds, the words are still pessimistic, with our sympathy wishing it could be different. But Pryslezz is 'overdosed on pain', as said on "A Search 4 Peace", again expressed on "R.I.P."
Not on "Alpha" though, what is how Pain opens the album. A quick explanation of the virtue of hurt. A quick poem, before it's time to spit on "One". With Pryslezz' flow being the loudest on here. He screams compared to his usual restrained speech. He even brags on here, making this the most vain song on the album. "Omega" then returns to the opening, making the outlook more positive, with the beat breaking through and everything just coming together for our Pain to be priceless in all the teaching, all the learning and all the etc. gained, with everything culminating in "Revolution", the hidden track that very much offers the conclusion.
With our conclusion being that everything on here is excellent. Because everything on here is very similar, and Pain, as well as Ill Poetic with his beats, have mastered this intent. They know how to do these type of beats, to write these type of rhymes and poems. They do both excellently. But what they've won here, they lost in versatility. What is the sole criticism one can raise. But it gets serious if someone doesn't like this style, when someone is not in the mood. When the melancholy just gets too much, the spoken word gets too slow, when the neck fails to bob. But in the face of the bigness of this album, the reality of the lyrics, the deepness of the words and sounds, such a remarks does not sound right considering that this is Pain's testimony.
review: tadah
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