Anticon
We Ain't Fessin' (Double Quotes) EP
[Anticon; 2002]
Rating: 8.2
I may not be a card-carrying, backpack-lugging member of the hip-hop
nation, but I know something amazing when I hear it, and I'm hearing
it right now. Thirty years since hip-hop first snuck off the streets
and into the collective American consciousness, a bunch of kids from
seemingly unlikely places-- Maine, Minneapolis, Nova Scotia-- are
reinventing the form yet again. Anticon does hip-hop the way Miles'
second quintet did jazz: technically, everything's right where it
belongs, it's just hard to tell because everything sounds so different.
Sure, there are beats and scratching and verbal acrobatics, but not
quite in the ways that we're accustomed to.
This is hip-hop made by people who grew up with hip-hop, music created
by a generation whose defining skill is their ability to absorb and
interpret mass media. Where the originators of modern hip-hop were
students of soul, funk, jazz and spoken word, Anticon's revisionists
are students of pop culture as a whole. This is reflected in the records
they make-- schizophrenic journeys through foreign soundscapes that
change every minute, accompanied by abstract narratives that seem more
introspective than the usual self-aggrandizing.
The production itself is twisted, owing more to the fast-paced
chop-suey of Negativland or Eugene Chadbourne than it does to the
crisp beats of the Automator. The music changes just as often as the
rappers' cadences. MCs criss and cross, enigmatic verses proudly
bounding with slant rhyme (and, at times, pure gibberish) twist in
and out of one another, simultaneous bursts of verbiage intertwining
the same way Miles and Wayne Shorter's horns did-- in synch one
second, bursting into polar opposite directions the next. Then,
before you've even registered the change, they're back again. You
can't make out all the words, but you also get the comforting
impression that you're not really supposed to. So instead you cling
on to whatever vocal snippets you can: bits about "liquids descending,
my certainty still mending" and "citizens tearing up the floorboard."
Deep Puddle Dynamics opens things with "More from June"-- a menacing
piece of music compiled by DJ Mayannaise and Grapedope, then whipped
further into shape by guest producer John Herndon. Police sirens
wail, just barely audible over alternating drones pierced sporadically
by syncopated beats and free-floating minimal scratches as Anticon
co-founder and Atmosphere member Slug intones. Suddenly, dubby
machine-gun percussion breaks through, destroying the groove, as
cLOUDDEAD's Dose One breaks in, spitting words too fast for human
comprehension.
The title track is a collective work, a reinterpretation of an
earlier composition by the same name. It begins with a crackly old
jazz sample set to a jungle beat. The crew informs us that, as the
title promises, they "ain't fessin'." The music stops short. The
MCs introduce themselves, but their words are eventually lost in
a heavy gust of turntable static. Then a mantra, as bursts of
ominous synths grow steadily in the background: "The first lie/
Wasn't much like of lie/ Less like a lie/ More like a wish with
a spine/ Doublecrossed by time." This isn't easy stuff: there are
uncomfortable pauses, unpredictable shifts in speed and rhythm.
But it all pays off when an elusive female vocal is suspended in
space, nefarious basslines echoing in a mutating murk of chopped-up
garage sale vinyl and gurgling electronic noise. From a baseball
stadium, to a political rally, to a game show, these eighteen minutes
wander through more audio environments than most full-lengths.
The EP closes with a production by Jel and Sixtoo called "Pitty Party
People" which almost resembles a straightforward hip-hop track, built
from melodic guitar loops, cheesy synthlines, a relatively straightforward
beat, and more of the same stellar rhymes. By usual standards, it'd
be a stunning example of hip-hop, mighty catchy and madly upbeat. But
here it's got a tough act to follow.
At a mere three tracks and 18 minutes, We Ain't Fessin' (Double
Quotes) isn't a critical departure for those already familiar
with the Anticon brand. But the quick approach may serve well when it
comes to recruiting new listeners-- all rapid-fire changes and
unapologetic weirdness, We Aint Fessin' (Double Quotes) makes
for one king hell mindfuck of an introduction for the uninitiated.
-David M. Pecoraro, May 13th, 2002