By Gili Malinsky
By Bob Ruggiero
By Hilary Hughes
By Peter Gerstenzang
By David R. Adler
By Devon Maloney
By Brian McManus
By Jessica Hopper
I keep waiting for the moment when I need to put this away for a while, and it keeps not coming. Instead, four years of takes and tweaks build and coherepealing and shifting, wafting and pounding, sinking into babble and soaring into, to choose my very favorite, the bright intro, garbled vocal, and guardedly exultant chorus of "This Boy Is Exhausted." The theme is failure, take it or leave itnot just failure to get rich and famous, which does rankle, but failure to love. But their labors imbue both aging-alt whines with excitement and dignity. Anybody who can create a record like this deserves more than 13 thou a year. And anybody capable of "13 Months in Six Minutes" deserves another shot at a woman too good to take for granted. A
This Is Not a Test!
I've got the Martin Luther King fever," she declares injudiciously, only soon she's burning up, delivering the old-school album she claimed last time. Beats-first like Run-D.M.C. if Jam Master Jay had been hooked up like Timbaland, it's clinched by Elliott's innocent belief in her mission, which boils down to world conquest. For hooks she calls in more platinum guests than the entire genre supported in 1990 and cites aphorisms that embody history if you know your Salt-N-Pepa and embody fresh if you don't. Like MLK, she preachesagainst crack dealers and all their unholy bling-bling. And when she reaches out to her people, she grabs the sisters first. A
Some of My Best Friends Are DJs
(Ninja Tune import)
More postmodern comedy from the boulevard of broken beats. Bits include ska with a game leg, scratches with postnasal drip, translations from the marsupial, hi-fi jokes salvaged from hi-fi records, a robot doing the cha-cha-cha, and a drunk trumpet stumbling through the saddest and bravest "Basin Street Blues" ever to make you laugh out loud. B PLUS
(Def Jam South)
Bill O'Reilly, we salute youfor most of this record, you've inspired your favorite rapper to make good on his rationalizations. For once he's ribald rather than obscene, subversive rather than gratuitous, especially when he's attacking you and yours on "Blow It Out Your Ass" and "Fuck You" (official titles: "Blow It Out" and "Screwed Up"). "Splash Waterfalls" examines the intimate links between fucking and making love; "Pussy-Poppin' "(official title: "P-Poppin' ") is worthy of Dyke and the Blazers. But on track 13 (superstitious? me?), here comes the X-rated misogyny of "Hoes in My Room," which Ludacris palms off on O'Reilly and I blame on hired dick Snoop Dogg. This disrupts the three-way that follows, after which Luda's losers shoot people for four minutes. Not in real life, of course. B PLUS
Unreleased and hard to find," 1995- 2002and as such, choppy. But also, undie or not, catchy. With his neat timbre and big fat dreads, Lif specializes in black science, but that doesn't mean he rhymes as consistently as, to cite one freestyle target, Jay-Z. "I burn off your flesh like David Koresh" wicked, "I'm getting physical like fitness" not, "Niggers want their frankincense and myrrh back" complex, "These type of facts I don't tend to shun/So I press into the universe to defend the sun" unnatural. As if in compensation, his beats hook and holdtry the banjo and guitar that anchor the old Grand Royal 12-inch. A MINUS
. . . The End of the Beginning
Born 1978, which means L.A.'s Living Legends kingpin released his first single at 15 and is already an old pro on his first major-minor album. Like so many undie hip-hoppers, especially black ones, Murs sells common sense where the big boys deal mythology. He avoids beef until his best friend comes under the gun, has trouble making the rent and trouble holding onto a buck, and comes up with advice for the little brother he knows isn't him: "Keep it gangsta in your CD changer not your residence." A commanding rapper who can separate the simple beats from the dull ones, he peaks when he calls in the auxiliaries. Humpty Hump and Shock G help out on a Risky Business rewrite. And Aesop Rock joins an exasperated praise song for their favorite drug: serotonin uptake inhibitors. A MINUS
Chutes Too Narrow
A gifted melodist with an arranger's knack for psychedelicizing simple structures and a folkie's fondness for acoustic strum, James Mercer is a pop formalist like Elephant Six's Robert Schneider and Spoon's Britt Daniel. Although he comes on oversensitive at times, he's no obscurantist and no stupe. When he references Sir Thomas More it's so you remember that utopia seemed an option back "before murder was cool." And yes, when he brings in the steel guitar he's getting ready to leave Albuquerque for Portlandand leave his girl behind. A MINUS
Best of the HighTone Years
Few artists in any genre have seemed more tortured, dissolute, or full of beans than our era's greatest honky tonker. Already in his thirties when he put out a passel of striking if loosely principled LPs for RCA between 1975 and 1981, he dried out before re-emerging with the '88-'90-'93 albums HighTone's purists expertly reshuffle. Although the self-written songs here are less succinct than "Drinkin' Thing" ("to keep from thinkin' things") or "She's Actin' Single (I'm Drinkin' Doubles)," they do justice to his desperate abandon; delivered in a growlier version of his star-time vibrato, "They ought to make a brand new whiskey/And give it a woman's name/A man needs somethin' to hold on/When her goodbye hits him like a hurricane" captures every aspect of his worldview except the part where he cheats first. Settled in south Florida, Stewart released no more albums until 2003's Live at Billy Bob's Texas, which is currently hard to come by. Last spring his wife died, and last month he shot himself in the neck, so he could die too. At 59, the man who sang "There's nothing cheap about a cheap affair" had been married 43 years. Not only shouldn't he be forgotten, he should be understood. A MINUS
TIMBALAND & MAGOO
Under Construction Part II
Good thing the two rappers have less personality combined than any of their 10-cameo-artists-in-16-tracks, because person- ality would distract from the beats, which with Timbo means what it saysno mainstream DJ relies so heavily on rhythm instruments per se. His sweetener of choice is chantsTim, Mag, & Attitude re-singing Peter, Paul & Mary's "Leaving on a Jet Plane," Actual South Asian Person Raje Shwari softening a unison mutter of "That Sh** Ain't Gonna Work"that cloy only with the standard-issue femme hooks toward the end (sure we miss Aaliyah, but Brandy makes it worse). Magoo's best line: "I don't own a plane or yacht or eat squid." Tim's (to Shwari, not Magoo): "I can't understand a word you're saying." A MINUS
Dud of the Month
LIL JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ
Kings of Crunk
Buried on this cruddy album is a great gimmick half perfected on the climactic "Get Low": oi anthems gone south, crude and compelling unison chants about flexing muscle in a club where another clique does something you don't like, such as breathe. Socially retrograde, but so was tango, and Lil's namesake Elton beat him to the theme by three decades. What's truly retrograde is the rappingwhen Too Short takes a turn you'd think Rakim had dropped in from paradiseand the pimp shit eaten by boy-toy-for-hire Oobie and bull mackstress Chyna Whyte. As if in illustration, this version of "Get Low" includes an indistinct verse about stupid bitches poppin' pussy on a pole. It's omitted from both remixes on the new Part II. They knew what to do. Now you do too. C
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Mature enough to understand how vulnerable youth is, but not how grueling maturity is ("Feeling This," "Go").
YING YANG TWINS
Me & My Brother
Way more fun than most bitch-ass motherfuckers ("Calling All Zones," "Hanh!").
Time Will Tell
"Real" bluesman or not, he writes subtler songs than blues boosters can hear ("Up in the Sky," "Survivor").
The Black Album
Raps like a legend in his own timenamely, Elvis in Vegas ("99 Problems," "My 1st Song").
"It's people like us who make me sick" well said, and a bad sign ("Humble Neighborhoods," "Save My Life").
LIL JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ
'Hood shit slammin', 'ho shit damnin' ("Get Low Remix," "Get Low Merengue Mix").
Something Deeper Than These Changes
Selling metaphor to Volkswagens galore ("Kingdom of Drink," "Mind the Noose and Fare Thee Well").
THE ROUGH GUIDE TO THE MUSIC OF HAITI
(World Music Network import)
Hinting pokily at soukous, merengue, and son, a compas guide lifts all too decisively when Boukman comes on the set (Boukman Eksperyans, "Baron"; Coupé Cloué, "Gacon Bôzô").
Oh, Inverted World
Pretty is hard, but that doesn't make it signify ("Weird Divide," "New Slang").
THE POSTAL SERVICE
Sad, smart tune-seeker humanizes glitch tech-pop ("Brand New Colony," "Nothing Better").
Permission to Land
They mean their hard-rock candy and Mercury posing, but they also mean their readme sheet and their funniest heroin song ever ("Givin' Up," "Friday Night").
Hard 'n' conscious guitar 'n' bass ("Back in Black," "A ? of When").
A Mark, a Mission, a Brand, a Scar
His band, plus maybe his numbers, hone the jagged edge off his desperation ("Hands Down," "Carry This Picture").
"Tear Shit Up,"
Pieces of April
BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE
"Almost Crimes (Radio Kills Remix)"
You Forgot It in People
(Arts & Crafts)
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE
"We Looked Like Giants"
Mississippi The Album
MTA2: Baptized in Dirty Water
The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most
EBAN & CHARLEY
The Diary of Alicia Keys
The Soul Sessions
War All the Time
Honorable Mention and Choice Cuts in order of preference.
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