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Madvillain’s forthcoming Madvillainy is possibly the best offering yet from two of the last heads still making truly exuberant boom-bap. Madlib and MF “Metal Face” Doom are both obsessed with samples: the former remixed Blue Note’s back catalog in Shades of Blue and fashioned himself a rapper on helium by essentially sampling and speeding up his own voice in Quasimoto’s The Unseen; the latter reworked tacky Eighties hits and cartoon themes into eerily poignant hooks on Operation Doomsday. Both are bold enough to let their...
...records with a love nearing infatuation for their musical foundations. The “Frankenstein effect” hasn’t been done this well since RZA laced the Wu’s debut album, but whereas he had a penchant for the cinematic, Madlib and MF Doom just want beats that can flow with them...
Found sounds (vocal snippets and a veritable orchestra of instruments) come and go over ramshackle rhythms, sounding so nimble and newly alive they border on stream-of-consciousness. You’re bombarded on all sides by sounds from all times. It doesn’t hurt that Doom has the flow to match, a drunken rambling full of non-sequiturs and bizarre metaphors as jubilantly lyrical as anything from hip-hop’s early Nineties golden age. Sampladelic psychedelia at its best...
Complexity and intimacy were misplaced on the road to Mount Doom, but Jackson has enough cavalier filmmaking tricks and jaw-dropping special effects to compensate. The Return of the King was the most bloated and overwrought of the series; where the first two films maintained a carefully measured momentum that culminated in bravura war sequences, the final chapter is plagued with poor editing between its parallel story lines and a seemingly undying denouement. But for all the harsh words (no doubt prompted by unrealistically high expectations for the film), I loved the movie, and it fits beautifully in the context...
There's a point in this headlong novel at which Suzanne Vale (read author Carrie Fisher) finally somersaults into the Mount Doom of her dilemmas. This is not long after she realizes at last that going off the medication for her manic depression was a mistake. For one thing, that was what let her shoot at top speed, flinging one-liners all the way, to that place in her head where it seemed like a simply terrific idea--terrific!--to get a tattoo, cut off her hair and convert to Judaism, preferably Orthodox, though not before heading to Mexico with...