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MH-214 AWOL One & Daddy Kev - Slanguage  AWOL One and 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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| Chock full of slang language that rivals the hip-hop norm, Slanguage puts avant-garde on its ass - Ghetto Blaster / AWOL One and Daddy Kev manage to always stay ahead of you as they lead you into fresh territory - Pop Matters / Beat heads will go bonkers - Synthesis / Release of the Month. 5/5 - Muzik |
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| When Awol One says "You call her J-Lo / I call her Fur-Pez," in that I-just-woke-up voice you wonder if he might know something Affleck doesn't. Over the spirited and distinctively indirect production of Daddy Kev, Slanguage tick-tocks comfortably like an afternoon spent with the local jazz enthusiast in his den. You sit and listen to the creek-like tinkle of the pianos while he pulls record after record after record from the cabinet just below where he keeps the vermouth. Awol, the adherent I discuss, mumbles low as pianos carry on and tom toms flap for your attention from the ice cubes that rattle into his cocktail glass. A cell-phone rings in meter with flutes and drum rolls. It's Awol's telephone, but he'll just ignore it, instead telling you that "every emcee thinks he's the best." Of course "Every Dj thinks he's the best." Of course "Every b-boy thinks he's the best." Then Public Enemy, with lyrics that are gospel, is paraphrased to fit the times even if you laugh awkwardly with surprise. "I got a letter from the government the other day, opened and read it, and then I got anthrax." D-Styles mixed Slanguage on two turntables, both ready for the annual beat-to-shit old stuff rummage sale. Yes, Awol will make you a tape of the afternoon like a proper host, and yes, "You're gonna find out it's an audio bible, but, um, it smells like pee." - Americore |
2XLP/Out Of Print