As must be obvious by now, controversy and contention are going to be the lifeblood of these blogs I bring to you weekly. And if you’re looking for controversy, where better to go than to the hip-hop section of any CD library? And once we’re there, who better to check in with than the funky, funny, dirty, not-really-hardcore-gangsta-at-all stylings of Digital Underground? Exactly.
It pains me to admit that the KEXP library is without a copy of the Underground’s debut album Sex Packets, but the cover of their follow-up, Sons of the P (that’s P as in P-Funk, the Underground’s strongest musical and philosophical inspiration) will do, as it was still the site of enough to debate to render the art all but completely obscured.
Here is where a hero steps in, someone I’m sure we’ll be hearing more from in the future, to lay it all out for us, a man named Riz, here to save the day for Sons of the P.
“Dude! Whaddaya think this effort is called Sons of the P for?! And when they call somebody (a woman actually) you fake hair contact wearing liposuction carnival freak in #3 me thinks they speak to a wider trend than Michael Jackson could embody. And nothin’ to say? #2 (RED DOT [meaning too profane to be broadcast]) is about the ideological tendency to hide behind dead heroes and icons to avoid action and responsibility elsewhere; an idea that strikes me as profoundly as say P.E.’s one million bottlebags. Unfortunately they also reveal themselves as pimp wannabes #11 and closet homophobes #5. The first single #6 [“Kiss You Back”] is the worst tune on here.
“This is heavily Clinton-esque but they only sample him 3 times. #4 is as infectious and hypnotic as anything he’s done, more Funkadelic than Parliament, if any remember the difference between the two. Best tracks #1, 3, 4, and #10 instrumental. Strong M and funky enough to be sons if anyone is.”
You know that Sonic Youth song, “Kool Thing?” The one where Chuck D is backing up Kim Gordon, going ‘That’s right . . . tell ‘im ’bout it . . . hit ‘im where it hurts,” etc.? That’s what I’m hearing as I read Riz’s scholarly defense of this album. I’m amazed anyone had the temerity to put in their 2 cents after that dissertation, but there are a couple more brief notes here:
“‘No Nose Jobs’ is utterly hilarious as well as satirical.”
There you have it, people. The message for this week? Don’t Mess with Riz.