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MH-214 AWOL One & Daddy Kev - Slanguage  AWOL One & Daddy Kev are back together to follow up the underground hits, Souldoubt and Number 3 On The Phone with Slanguage: hip-hop's take on free jazz. Daddy Kev has crafted a fifty-minute soundscape using minor-keyed pianos, brushed drums, stand-up bass, and jazz guitars over methodically programmed beats and the virtuoso turntable manipulation of D-Styles. AWOL One's lyrics are genius in their simplicity, yet hide double meanings and depth, and his voice remains one of the most recognizable in the business. Movements interweave without constraint, tracks start, stop, then start again, and the line between full vocal track, instrumental, and interlude is blurred beyond recognition. |
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| A massive leap forward for everyone involved. Release of the Month. 5/5 - Muzik / A welcome 180-degree psychedelic spin into classical, jazz, and opera - Exclaim! / The beat heads will go bonkers - Synthesis |
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| Like an avalanche of twisted beats and rhymes Slanguage manages to take you onto a wayward journey of elaborate hip-hop and free jazz. Awol One's cadence paints a picture of total irony as topics sway from the monotony of current hip-hop, television, and friendship. Daddy Kev's production is high off of a jazz blunted hip-hop trip backdrop, as his display of beat bravado has no room for containment. It's a collection of tracks that sway form somber to slumber. I mean hey I'm open for exploratory hip-hop and the likes, but it's gotten to the point where you ask yourself, "Is this really hip-hop?" What are the true ingredients of hip-hop nowadays? Awol One and Daddy Kev challenge the question on this twenty-two track, fifty minute album. Chock full of slang language that rivals the hip-hop norm, Slanguage puts avant-garde on its ass. - Ghetto Blaster |
2XLP/Out Of Print