Every Sunday supplement worth
its rock salt prophesied that "crunk" would be one of the
cultural highlights of 2005. Crunk (combining "crazy" and
"drunk") is a supposedly new hip-hop sub-genre that prizes
hedonism, bling and no-brainer party rhythms over all else. It
may not sound like a breakthrough, and that's because it isn't.
The papers have been duped by old wine--or perhaps old Cristal--in
new bottles. Instead, I present the
anti-crunk hip-hop with more on its mind than in its glass:
specifically, Anticon, an independent label out of Oakland,
California. Formed in the late 1990s by a core of eight rappers
and producers who loved hip-hop but hated what MTV was feeding
fans of the music, Anticon seemed happy to release its
boundary-pushing work off the media radar while mainstream
hip-hop became America's most saleable musical commodity. But
thanks to some niftily progressive music and rhymes with more
depth than the latest 50 Cent smash, the label has grown into a
far-reaching cult, and samples of its music can be downloaded
for free at www.anticon.com.
The least likely of Anticon's artists to go in
for the strobes and strumpets common to crunk is Yoni Wolf, aka
Why?, whose first solo album, Oaklandazulasylum (2003), features
beautifully picked guitars, surreal rap narratives and gently
tweaked piano parts. "Folk-hop" doesn't cover it, but gets
closer than anything else. The best downloads are "Darla", a
disarmingly sincere paean to a chicken, and the more sane love
song "Early Whitney".
Doseone is the label's most out-there, artful
rapper, and his ghostly, nasal rhymes are the centrepiece to the
bizarre compositions of Themselves. The distorted drones and
drum samples, clunking pipes, feedback and abrupt time
signatures of "It's Them" and "Live Trap" do to hip-hop what
Columbus did to world geography. Such experimental creations
will not be to everyone's tastes, but repay repeated
listening--with not a gold necklace in sight. |