All Natural
Second Nature
[Thrill Jockey]
Rating: 6.8
The beauty of hip-hop, as it reaches ever-higher levels of cultural
significance and societal approbation, is that it still remains a
storyteller's medium. Even the most textural backdrops are always based
around human voices saying human words. Where rock bands of various stripes
head farther and farther out into the realm of poncy abstraction, hip-hop
narrows its scope. The best MCs-- save those meandering, fine-art fans in
the Anticon camp-- are driven by precision, detail and narrative skill.
But however weird the backing track might become, there's always a person
up front, speaking.
What divides the underground from the mainstream, then, isn't so much the
level of experimentation as the choice of narrational tone. Where the
can-you-top-this tower of mainstream braggadocio is bound to eventually
topple over, the rapidly surfacing regional scenes that compose the
alternative maintain high levels of heavily personal weirdness or a degree
of honest, searching levelheadedness that's astonishing to hear in the
hyperbolic world of popular song.
All Natural-- MC Capital D and DJ Tone B Nimble-- clearly fancy themselves a
fairly traditional battle-rap combo. None of the band's post-rocking labelmates
pitched in ambient marimba soundscapes on Second Nature; most of the
production sounds like a more obvious Wu-Tang, or veers into Native
Tongues-style jazz suites. Fitting in with all this straightforwardness,
Capital D and his various compatriots sling verses about how good they are
at rapping-- especially in light of how crappy you and your sucka friends
are. And able as they are at this kind of stuff, there's an added bonus
involved: All Natural can't hide how smart they are.
Aside from the various introspective asides sprinkled throughout the tougher
tracks, plenty of songs here take up issues of note. "Vegetarians" is about
avoiding stupid conflicts, while acknowledging the tricky temptations of
manliness. Elsewhere, the band takes up issues of class, race, and how
fucked up rap is in the '01. Most extraordinarily, Capital D takes a good,
long time to address a topic that the grime-obsessed freestyle union usually
shies away from: it's a quiet, ruminative paean about how good it actually
is to be alive.
That very quality, though, sometimes gets the band in trouble. All Natural's
utterly unassuming nature keeps them from stretching too hard, allowing them
to retread stuff any hip-hop fan has heard elsewhere. There's nothing wrong
with hanging out in the background, perfecting a craft, and letting the world
make of it what it will. But when a group's lyrical engine is this flexible,
it's a shame that the beats themselves don't stretch as far as they might.
Still, like the old Greil Marcus-penned adage says, sometimes it's enough
for music to remind you that there are still people in the world you might
like to meet.
-Sam Eccleston