Fink
Fresh Produce
[Ntone/Ninja Tune]
Rating: 5.9
Johnny sang opera for the summer session for several months before I saw
him again. It was unlike him not to call, but I assumed he must have been
busy listening to Fink.
Fink had come into my possession a few weeks earlier during an expedition
west to the Untamed Lands. A scrawled cover and Ntone label told me
instantly-- give this one to Johnny, he'll come through.
A classically trained musician with as many years walking as playing, John
evolved into an opera singer after mastering of all of the instruments that
had previously struck his fancy. I knew that Fink was for him, seeing as how
it boomed with "Bristol" and lingered on the beats. When John's not singing
opera, drinking beer or eating pot brownies, there's nothing he likes better
than trip-hop with a coating of sweetened drum-n-bass.
The last time I saw him, he was on his way out the back door at 4:00am with
a large piece of chipped bark in his hand. I asked him what the chip was for.
"It's to throw against that girl's window," he said. "She gave me her address."
I sighed and pondered the depths of this musically and personally complex
individual.
I always thought he liked trip-hop because it set the stage. He'd mentioned
that the combination of relaxed, lazy rhythms with periodic spasms of uptempo
beat changes and electro tones were perfect for finding his ladies in the way.
They always came back with him. He's a charmer, and, as I said, a musically
talented individual.
When I saw him on the lawn of the opera house, he gripped my shoulder and asked:
"I suppose you want to know how Fink worked out for me," a grin spreading from
ear to ear.
And I knew Fink had worked fine.
We walked then, and he told me of the busy months behind him and the busy months
ahead. Fink had played companion to a host of episodes in recent months and he
detailed each thoroughly, relaying the miracles Fink had played participant to.
He mixed the tales of softened-consciousness debauchery with comments on Fresh
Produce, pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of the album as per his
agenda. He liked the mellow beats, she was totally shaven, and the vocal samples
of "We are Ninja" had made his visitors laugh.
He told me that he liked to listen to the album and drift into space, and his
eyes grew glassy. He said he could go over his own music in his head while
Fresh Produce was playing. "It's not intrusive in any way," he said, then
burst out: "You should have seen her thighs!"
I told him that the genre was referred to as "lounge-core," and he laughed again.
"Lounge, maybe, but there's nothing 'core' about it. It's designed for chillin'!"
I looked out into the expanse of the lake below us and pondered the genre's name.
"Listen, Wisdom. The album's good-- it's relaxing and has some sweet beats. I
dig the samples, especially on 'Break N Enter.' I like the tempo-- it reminds
me a little of that ambient stuff from a few months back, but it's got better
energy; it's not comatose and there are plenty of good grooves. There's funk and
'70s elements all over it, but they don't overwhelm. It's not obnoxious like half
the shit you get."
"Is it amazing? Nah. Wagner, that's amazing. Fink is good. Good to have in the
repertoire, good to have around, but not particularly inspired, you know what
I mean?"
And I did.
-James P. Wisdom