It was a
Saturday night, I think, and my friends and I were at the second bar of the
evening. Aside from some flashing lights, it was fairly dim inside, and music
was blaring in my ears (most likely New Wave, given my well-documented
preferences, but I honestly can’t remember) while conversations around me were
being both attempted and abandoned. I was already five or six drinks in, so I
have absolutely no idea how I even got to the second location in the first
place, as this was before Uber was a thing, but that isn’t the story. The only place you could even dream of being
heard by another human being was by the bar itself, so obviously I stuck around there
instead of moving to a table or a couch, because when you’re that drunk and you
choose to sit down, you’re not getting back up without a fight, and you become useless,
let’s be real.
This doesn’t
happen much now, as I’m now older and nobody gives a shit, but back in the day,
whenever I was introduced as someone who loved hip hop so much that he insisted
on writing about it, I would receive one of two responses: “Why?”, which is a
valid question even today; or, “That’s cool. I really like (insert popular
rapper’s name here).” I’d be willing to bet that a lot of you two who express
your interest in our chosen genre have gotten those kinds of reactions whenever
your musical preference is brought up in conversation, too. I’m old enough to
have also gotten a wholeheartedly earnest, “Rap, huh? I like rap. Well, I like
Parappa the Rapper. Have you played that game?”, which, I’ll just say it here,
no, I’ve never played that game and I never will. No reason, really. But I
completely understand why some folks would attempt to engage the conversation
based on the limited experience they have with your world, and I also embody
the frustration that one can have when someone’s trying their hardest to relate
to you somehow.
Anyway, on
this night I received an entirely different type of reaction: the rarer, but
preferable, “You do? That’s cool. Have you ever heard of (insert underground
artist’s name here)? I think they’re going to be huge.” At least this response
elicits honest conversation from me, especially when I’m on one and feeling
especially chatty. The artist brought to the forefront was Black Milk, who at
the time was on the cusp of blogger consciousness, back during the time when
one had to dig thoroughly in order to find stuff that wasn’t from your specific
region (as you can tell, I’m not from Detroit). This dude loved
producer-slash-rapper Curtis “Black Milk” Cross so much that he went out of his
way to find his first album, Sound of the City: Vol. 1, just so he could pull
it out of his hat as a recommendation in the off chance that he met someone
that liked hip hop just enough to write about it. It’s a nerdy hipster thing to
do, no question, but so is writing a hip hop blog such as mine.
Fast forwarding, Album of the Year is Black Milk’s fourth full-length solo album, following an EP, Broken
Wax, multiple album-length collaborations with his fellow Motown residents (and
also former Aftermath Records signee Bishop Lamont), and, obviously, three
previous solo efforts, which followed the evolution of his sound, which can be
described as electro J. Dilla-esque, although that comparison is lazy, given
that both the late Dilla and Milk hail from the same city. Instead, let’s refer
to Milk’s trademark as a Motown Preemo-lite, except with a tendency to let the
beats find their own natural endpoint.
Album of the Year’s very title is intended to sound like both a humblebrag and a
proclamation, but according to the artist himself, its meaning is far less
boastful: this project is simply Milk’s run-through of his previous year,
broken up into twelve tracks (one per month? You be the judge), set to soulful
musical backing and accompanied by guests part of the time, as there is no
situation where one is forced to be around other people every waking moment of
one’s life. There are only a handful of guest appearances on Album of the Year,
few of which are occupied by other rappers, leaving Black Milk to handle the
majority of microphone duties in addition to producing the entire project.
Has Curtis
lived up to the potential promised by a random guy at the bar that one weird
Saturday night? I wouldn’t know: I don’t recall speaking to him at length, as I
was pretty drunk and I probably changed the subject to something ridiculous and/or Simpsons-related.
But that doesn’t mean we won’t give Milk another shot, right?
1. 365
Kind of
goofy as far as album openers go. After a brief bit of explanation from our
host regarding the title of the album, “365” launches into an animated, celebratory
instrumental complete with some live drum work. That doesn’t sound like a bad
description so far, but as the track goes on (for about two minutes too long),
Black Milk introduces spacey sound effects and shifts the overall tone to
something remarkably silly. His lone verse treads similar territory as his
previous work, but with each passing album, his pen game improves drastically
even if his delivery may flail about inconsistently, although at least on here
it rivals that of rappers who aren’t also producers in its efficiency and
energy. But I‘ve never revisited “365” until today, and today I completely
understood why: this track merely exists.
2. WELCOME
(GOTTA GO)
Pretty
boring, if I may say so myself, which I am, as this is still my blog. Over
musical backing better suited for a video game than a rap album, Milk spits
robotic verses and a bizarre “hook” that seemingly drops the audio on some uses
of the “n-word” but leaves others intact, which not only makes zero sense, it
disrupts the flow of the track. Honestly, the best thing about “Welcome (Gotta
Go)” is its title, which will elicit a smirk from you at best. Ah well.
3. KEEP
GOING
Although I
appreciated the live instrumentation present here, “Keep Going” was hectic as
fuck, so much so that you can barely follow our host’s thought process as his
verses deliver some fairly generic rap similes and metaphors. It’s strange for
me to write that a rap song with live drums and an obvious flair for the
theatrical sounds generic as shit, but that’s where we happen to be as a nation
right now. Curtis still sounds fine behind the microphone, but on “Keep Going”
that’s where he remains: fine. Not great, not bad, not even good, just “fine”.
And that isn’t where you should aspire to be as an artist: you want to elicit a
reaction out of people. The brief instrumental interlude leading into the next
audio track is far more successful, and even that kind of sucked.
4. OH GIRL
(FEAT. AB)
Sounds
almost exactly the same as “Keep Going”, although I’m fully aware that
description is incorrect: I’d just be doing you two a disservice if I didn’t
prepare you for the sonic similarities between the previous tune and “Oh Girl”.
At least this song fares a bit better, as Black Milk’s lyrics all circle a
potential romantic partner, with all of the overused clichés and platitudes
that come with that. Guest crooner AB provides the hook, which takes place over
yet another busy instrumental: it appears that Milk had a lot of ideas for
Album of the Year and wanted to make sure he used every single one of them.
Sigh.
5. DEADLY
MEDLEY (FEAT. ROYCE DA 5’9” & ELZHI)
You read
that title, you glance at that Detroit-specific guest list, you’re expecting a
banger, right? Welp, that’s not exactly what happens on “Deadly Medley”, a song
title that demands your attention. Subverting expectations, Black Milk supplies
an instrumental that almost purposefully does not knock, instead choosing to
creep up on the listener, as it is a decent beat that does grow on you
eventually. But it still feels like a missed opportunity to me. Rhyme-wise,
Ryan and Elzhi contribute serviceable heat, while our host steps his game up to
meet his friends from home halfway, and there is some enjoyment to be derived
here. I can’t help but wonder if the title and the guest list was intended to
troll the average hip hop nerd, though.
6.
DISTORTION (FEAT. MELANIE RUTHERFORD)
I didn’t
care for the way our host dismisses the mere idea that he could ever be
depressed, nor how he essentially talks down to people who use alcohol as a
means to escape their problems temporarily. But aside from those lyrical
fuck-ups, I kind of liked “Distortion”: Milk’s verses veer quickly from
condescension to our host confronting actual problems, such as visiting friends
in the hospital, automobile accidents, deceased family members, and the like.
His hatred of the year 2009 is the most relatable trait he’s ever revealed to
his audience. Guest crooner Melanie Rutherford delivers a pleasant hook around
a simple drum-heavy beat where the actual distortion (via guitar) doesn’t occur
until the end. I liked this one okay, but I fucking loved the instrumental
interlude that plays afterward: I’d like someone to borrow that beat for their
own purposes.
7. OVER
AGAIN (FEAT. MONICA BLAIRE)
Milk’s beat
sounds like the type of musical accompaniment Jay-Z was looking for while
recording The Black Album: perhaps our host should try to score a beat or two
on whatever Hov’s next (solo) project ultimately ends up being. So in that
regard, “Over Again”: is a winner. In another, more important regard, “Over
Again” is fucking terrible, though.
8. ROUND OF
APPLAUSE
On which our
host succumbs to his innermost feelings, especially the one that believes Album
of the Year needed to go overboard with the live instrumentation. “Round of
Applause” is the textbook definition of “busy”, distracting from everything
else in its vicinity, including Black Milk’s vocals, which, sadly, have nothing
to do with Waka Flocka Flame’s song of the same name, since that track was
released a year later, and we all understand the concept of time, right? Moving
on…
9. BLACK AND
BROWN (FEAT. DANNY BROWN)
I had
already written about this song as a part of the Black and Brown! write-up, but
“Black and Brown” may actually sound even better today, having aged like a fine
wine. It definitely doesn’t fit on Album of the Year, as its instrumental
combines elements of both Tronic and this very project, but that may be why it
sounds so good to me. Since he doesn’t have to carry the track, Milk’s verse hits
much harder than usual, while fellow Motown resident Danny Brown still makes me
cackle with his random Noreaga reference, even if some of his sex-centric bars
on here make me cringe. Still, enjoyable as fuck, folks. The Album of the Year
version ends with an unnecessary skit that at least tries to prove that our
host has a sense of humor.
10. WARNING
(KEEP BOUNCING)
The beat on
“Warning (Keep Bouncing)” is a bizarre upgrade of old-school Rick Rubin-esque
early hip hop, with a side of West Coast gangsta rap sprinkled in for taste,
but all it accomplishes is sounding just abrasive enough for you to wonder if
your earbuds have finally crapped out. This was a bit much, although the higher
energy present complements Black Milk’s vocals nicely.
11. GOSPEL PSYCHEDELIC
ROCK (FEAT. MELANIE RUTHERFORD & AB)
Meh.
12. CLOSED
CHAPTER (FEAT. MR. PORTER)
The final
track of the evening runs longer than seven minutes, which is more than enough
time for Black Milk to get his Kanye West “Last Call” on, as he describes his
life (not to the extent of Tronic’s standout opener “Long Story Short”, but
still) and shouts out his peers both living and deceased. The guitar loop is
interesting, but it grows unbearable after a few minutes, let alone seven, and
our host just isn’t a strong enough emcee to hold the audience’s attention for
this long. He fares better musically, but doesn’t really play around with the track
until the end, at which point we’ve already switched over to an entirely
different artist. But we’re done now, which is the most important thing.
FINAL
THOUGHTS: With its high points merely scattered about as opposed to making up
the entirety of the project, Album of the Year is a bust for me. Throughout
this listen, I kept questioning why Black Milk felt the need to rap, which I
know is a weird question because who am I to say what tools any artist can use
to get their message across, but while his work behind the microphone has improved
significantly since, say, Popular Demand, he still hasn’t reached the level
where hip hop heads seek his work out to specifically hear his voice. Why he
hasn’t just unleashed a The Chronic-type or Soul Assassins-esque project is beyond
me: he could limit his scope to just his hometown and still knock that shit out
of the park. But whatever. Musically, Album of the Year didn’t connect with me
as much as the best moments on Tronic, but, as mentioned above, there are high
points to be found here, and at least Milk hasn’t been slacking behind the
boards. Perhaps he constricted himself by trying to do a sort-of concept album,
I don’t know, but I wasn’t feeling Album of the Year at all. This doesn’t mean
Black Milk is officially off my project, as I’d like to try to finish up with
him as much as possible, but I’m going to turn to you, the reader: why should
hip hop as a musical genre continue to follow the exploits of Curtis Cross?
Asking for a friend.
BUY OR BURN?
Neither, really. Streaming is your friend. Spend your hard-earned money on some
other Black Milk project instead.
BEST TRACKS:
“Black and Brown”; “Deadly Medley”
-Max
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Y don't u release an album so we can piss on it like u did to so many classic albums Max I don't even think that your real name but I'm in love your blog bcoz of da luv of da kutlura
ReplyDeleteI can't even tell if this is serious or trolling.
DeleteI've noticed that Black Milk also tends to be another one of those producers whose projects are a lot better when he lets better rappers do most of the heavy lifting there while he focuses more on the production side (Random Axe jumps to mind), at least for me. That being said if I really did enjoy If There's A Hell Below, as he ventures a bit further out of his wheelhouse musically and I think there are definitely some interesting results on that album. His rapping's never gonna be incredible but he's serviceable and doesn't detract from the music.
ReplyDelete“Black and Brown” is already a classic.
ReplyDeleteah, shame. i still enjoy this album, although he has created better since. still an underrated talent as beat maker, wish he did a pete rock 'ny's finest' type deal for detroit
ReplyDeleteGood to see the return of the extended review intro Max, I like the story-telling.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty much oblivious to Black Milk so will need to check out some of his other work that gets a recommendation.
Sat here waiting for the Kamikaze review...
ReplyDeleteIt's going to be a while.
DeleteBlack Milk's percentage of beats that knock is insanely high. IMO he has the highest Batting Average of any hip hop producer. The only one's up here with him are Madlib and J Dilla imo. I'm gonna catch flak for this.
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