|
BOOM BIP
Seed to Sun (Lex Records)
Reviewed by Jason
Thornberry
As my mind becomes tired of the same old poses on
the small screen, the same four chords on an
album, and that verse-chorus-verse tedium, I
reach for something as far-removed from the
dimension as possible. I had a friendly row with
a friend the other day when he and I were
weighing the sustained but dubious validity of
genres of music after they've been done, in the
exact same way, for decades. I cited the blues as
an example, saying that, as the Latin language
has been declared morté, isn't
it time we all stopped listening to artists like
Kenny Wayne Shepherd, who looks ready to cut
heads with Ralph Macchio in Crossroads
2, but hasn't had a single innovative
concept in his short career? It's awfully rich
how white folks will have extensive blues
collections in their houses. They haven't a speck
of culture anywhere else but over by the
turntable. There John Lee Hooker rules the roost,
with stack after stack of forgotten classics.
Yes, I agree that it was a
great form of music-just like the dinosaurs, JFK,
and Vanilla Ice's career were once similarly
interesting things. Now you've got cartoons to
remind you that it would have not been a good
idea to throw rocks at a tyrannosaurus rex,
Profiles in Courage by the late
President, and that movie Ice did where he's some
kind of renegade snowboarder. What I'm trying to
say is, their time has come and gone. All things,
good or bad, eventually must end, and the blues
passed away a long, long time ago. Rock is next.
Before long (I hope).
Meanwhile, hip-hop music is just building steam.
Again, I'm not referring to commercial (c)rap
music. I'm talking about hip-hop - another species
altogether. Boom Bip has not only been (too)
aware of this, but he's one of the reasons the
format is making everything else around it seem
incredibly boring. (Jason stifles a
yawn)
Boom Bip is a producer and sound collage
scientist extraordinaire. He's
able to produce seamless music. Even though
it's made up, generally, of dozens of strands and
fibers of "found sounds," it becomes it's own
entity when he's done with it.
Insects appear to strike a buzzing execution lamp
on "Third Stream," and a subdued telephone
conversation unfolds as you eavesdrop, hoping
they won't notice. "U R Here" is my favorite
track overall, with Robotron drums tying up the
ending.
"The Unthinkable" diiieeesss
like the batteries in a six-story automaton. Buck
65, one of my favorite emcees, provides the
impeccable raps on that song. There's also mic
control coming via Nacky Koma and Dose One (who
seems to work with our friend regularly), but for
the most part, the album is Boom Bip
unaccompanied.
Seed To Sun is a clever, but
subtle, and understated album, and it's one that
will stand the test of time, still sounding good
when hip-hop has gone the way of polka.
© 2002 - Jason Thornberry
|