Blakroc: My current guilty pleasure. Heretofore I have been ferociously against anything that even smelled of hip hop. Or the "hippity hoppity brigade," as Stephen Fry refers to it:
The general idea being that it is the embodiment of everything ignorant and vile. HOWEVER... I find this to be a rare exception to the rule. The general premise is intriguing to me: What if a rock band wrote rock riffs for rappers to rhyme over? The Black Keys decided to try. And they created a project that they decided to name (in my opinion, quite racistly) "Blakroc," based, I assume, on the hiphop predisposition to misspell easy words, as well as the sheer fact that black people are rocking. Seems simple enough.
But it's the creative process that is the part that intrigues the crap out of me... the collaboration between very, very different art forms. But it iiiis Mos Def. So that's something. And it seems like they produce the lyrics over a very short amount of time, hearkening back to the beat poets of yore, the "first thought best thought" ideal. Very cool, if done well. It seems that in some of the brigadiers there lies some semblance of, dare I say it, genius. But perhaps I go to far...
So I'm listening to this album on low, so no one hears my shame... but my head be bobbin' yo.
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