Radioinactive
Pyramidi
[Mush; 2001]
Rating: 6.7
Radioinactive is a guy, not a group. He hails from Los Angeles, and dabbles in
a genre he calls "avant hip-hop." "Avant," in this context (as with most other
indie usages of the word) is merely a euphemism. One may use the word as a
synonym for "cutting edge," as its technical definition is "culturally or
stylistically advanced." But musically, "avant" has come to imply brazen
abnormality over the years. Dumb the music down and it just becomes plain
weird. So, in essence, Radioinactive makes "weird hip-hop." Or maybe one
would do better just to call it weird, and forget the hip-hop part.
But that wouldn't exactly be fair; if there's one thing I associate with hip-hop,
it's the beats, and Radioinactive definitely has those. His beats fit the
"avant" label, avoiding pop, funk or fusion samples-- hard break beats, horn
sections and thumping, subterranean basslines make but a few appearances on
Pyramidi. Instead, Radio culls samples from the nocturnal subcultures of
the world; the title track placed me in a Moroccan brothel (supposing brothels
exist in Morocco), "Una Cosa" in a smoky Havana nightclub, "Childish" on the
weekend streets of Kingston. The dominant motif is darkness-- not anger or
aggression, but a relaxed, cool musical presence. And as a contrast to most
other hip-hop artists, I can't imagine hearing Radioinactive coming out of a
Lincoln Navigator with deep dish rims, tinted windows and a dope "system." This
stuff seems a little too exotic for the pimps and players.
The rhymes are another matter. Radio has an interesting free-flowing,
halfway-to-helium delivery that sometimes matches his beats, but at others
sounds superfluous and distracts from the groove. His rambling writing style
just lacks precision. It borders on free association, or some sort of partially
calculated freestyle, and the loose approach, mixed with the tempo, results in
enough words to fill a 20-page thesis. With so many lyrics, whatever message
Radio wants to get across is severely diluted.
There's an adage that says the best bassists "know how to play the rests." MCs
aren't much different. Two of the best examples for any MC to learn from are
Rakim and Kool G Rap. Like Radioinactive, each preferred to rap at quick tempos,
but they excelled by knowing when to shut up and let the breaks take the
foreground, or just resting on a beat to punctuate a lyric ("I can take a phrase
that's rarely heard/ [pause]/ Flip it/ [pause]/ Now it's a daily
word," from Rakim's "Follow the Leader"). Radio doesn't play with dynamics
enough, even when he's got a good beat to work with, like on the title track.
Another example is the Arabian-flavored "Before the Thought," where Radio gets
stuck in a noticeable vocal cadence, which is odd, considering his rhymes and
meter are rarely predictable. Fortunately, the backing track overpowers the
unrelenting lyrical assault, making the song enjoyable regardless of its
difficulties.
Radioinactive is at his lyrical best on "The Music," which is also one of the
more traditional hip-hop tracks, and the one with the stiffest breakbeat. He
sounds a lot like Del here, especially when he's varying his vocal inflection
to deliver lyrics like, "Down your sink/ Down your drain/ Found your brain
underground/ With a plunger found right next to it/ Add some text to it/ Add
some facts/ Ask your Dad for the keys and plan to never give them back." Moments
like these are not common enough on Pyramidi, and require patience to
discover; the album spans 30 tracks and 71 minutes, including a good deal of
random vignettes and minute-or-less musical interludes.
It's nice to hear hip-hop that doesn't conjure too many memories of A Tribe
Called Quest, Gang Starr or Brand Nubian, as many underground artists do these
days. But prescience and creativity give way to overkill and lack of execution
on this one. If Radioinactive can clean up his act (maybe bury some of the waste
in a Nevada mountainside or something), he has the potential to make some pretty
wicked albums. This one might even be worth owning just for its distinctiveness.
-Brad Haywood, December 4th, 2001