audio review : Compton ( album ) … Dr Dre

audio review : Compton ( album ) ... Dr Dre

Detox seemed like a sure thing near the end of 2010 when, after producing every song on Relapse; one of Eminem’s best two albums; Dr Dre released what was supposed to be its first single; a glossy party banger entitled Kush, featuring Snoop Dogg. It was a good start. But instead of finally putting the album out, he followed with one of his worst, albeit one of his most popular, songs; I Need A Doctor; and fell back into relative obscurity. It was an odd move rarely heard of in the world of popular music. Albums are pushed back, but almost never canceled after their first singles are released. The world was used to waiting though, for an album rumored and teased so ridiculously long that it was becoming a rap legend. Will fans ever get that Chronic epilogue? Dr Dre suggested not as he spoke about it in the past tense during a recent radio interview. “I didn’t like it,” he said, “It wasn’t good.”

That suggests he likes this album and thinks it’s good. It’s what Detox was originally supposed to be; a Dr Dre album with all-new songs. It sounds like all-new songs, but it doesn’t sound like a Dr Dre album, which, considering the sonic differences between the two Chronics, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. What’s disappointing are the songs themselves. If we’re comparing them to what came several years before, they simply can’t compare. There’s no fun here. Humor is pushed aside for solemn thug poetry. The club is passed by for a Compton street corner, but where are the drugs and the hoes? Worst of all is the lack of catchy hooks to sing along with. Where’s Devin? Who are all these dudes? Where’s DJ Yella? “Where Ren at?” Kendrick Lamar is overrated. This sounds like one of his albums. Eminem was the best rapper by far in 2001. Why can’t he go back to rapping like that in every verse?

This isn’t Detox; I have to keep telling myself that; but it doesn’t have to be. It just has to be good. Dr Dre apparently thinks it is. I disagree. There’s nothing for me to latch onto here. The first song sounds surprisingly like the typical trap music of today. Dre didn’t used to follow. He used to innovate. Not that he made most of these beats (himself) anyway. The man is 50 years old. Perhaps I should give him a break, but why? He’s still making songs, so I can still critique them. “I ain’t heard nothing that I can consider classic,” he says of other rappers’ songs, but, even with a team of ghostwriters and ghostproducers on hand, I’m having a hard time hearing anything I can even consider good here. Even the beats, the best parts of the album, leave a lot to be desired. I’m not from Compton, so you might say it just isn’t meant for me, but I like both Chronic albums and never smoked weed. Go figure.

my rating : 3 of 5

2015
 

MCA :

Preach on, this album was so disappointing. I’m upset because we all deserve better.

R. J. Werner :

Amen!

DST :

I’m glad someone said it. After checking out the movie “Straight Outta Of Compton” and listening to the old albums, we were hype to listened to new music from Dre after all these years. The first time my friends & I heard “Compton”, we thought Dre broke into Kanye West’s studio and stole his instrumental tracks. Man what a huge let down. I hope someone will find those “Detox” tracks & released a bootleg version of it so we can judge if Detox was bad or was Dre just being his worst critic.

audio review : The Don Killuminati [ The 7 Day Theory ] ( album ) … 2Pac ( posthumous )

audio review : The Don Killuminati [ The 7 Day Theory ] ( album ) ... 2Pac ( posthumous )

2Pac sounds angrier and more aggressive than ever, as if he’s ready for war. “It’s not about east or west,” he declares, “It’s about ‘niggas’ and bitches… riders and punks.” He wastes no time categorizing the latter with rival rap peers. Biggie and Puff make the list, of course, but this time as mere afterthoughts amid an army of faceless targets. If it’s true that all Eyez are on him, he’s finally starting to crack. He can’t black them all, so when he swings, he only hurts himself by leaving his legacy an unfocused mess. None of these beefs, I bet, will mean much 7 months from now, let alone 7 years.

2Pac, a thug rapper who doesn’t have the wit or wordplay to make full diss songs that interesting anyway, is best when he’s in deep poetic thought. Blasphemy, featuring one of the only beats I’ve heard on a major record label release that doesn’t sound like it was distorted on purpose, is a prime example; though there’s a “dada” vocal loop that should’ve been set louder in the mix. Or perhaps he’s best slow-jamming with the ladies. Just Like Daddy is the album’s best song; not necessarily for its verses, but for the passionate vibes of its beat with 2Pac and a girl singing a catchy hook over it.

The way these songs, which are mixed and mastered with murky expediency, blend to and from each other gives the album a sloppy mixtape vibe. In a sense, it seems rushed, as if it’s something he felt he had to make and put out as quickly as possible. With that, it stands in dark contrast to the polished presentation of his last. That album has California Love on it, featuring Dr Dre. This one has the sequel, To Live And Die In LA, without “gay-ass” Dre. I bet the two of them would, or, depending on the depth of this “Makaveli” thing, will, have a friendly laugh about that line in 2003.

my rating : 3 of 5

1996
 

Gaz :

Cool review. I still remember getting home and putting the CD on for the first time. I had it cranked up on my parents’ Marantz stereo. I just about shit myself during the intro. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG… “You niggaz still fuckin’ talkin’? You niggaz is still fuckin’ breathin’?”

I will never forget that.

video review : The Bling Ring

video review : The Bling Ring

A few years ago, a ring of teenagers were arrested for burglarizing several Hollywood Hills homes. Many of their victims were famous celebrities. Paris Hilton was one of them. It was a story that warranted media attention and got it, but a movie? The answer is no, but here it is; a somewhat fictionalized take on the scandal, one that comes across as more of a box office cash-in than a work of art.

Sofia Coppola directs by summarizing and glamorizing. The protagonists, all or most of whom are already out of jail in real life, are stupid but trendy; annoying but cool; in a typical Californian pop-culture sort of way. When they’re not burglarizing, they’re sniffing coke and partying. That’s especially the case for ring leader Rebecca. The plot revolves mostly around her and her friend Marc.

my rating : 3 of 5

2013