Kool Keith: SPANKMASTER (Overcore/TVT, 2001)
I remember very little about this record (although that Cheeseburglar line certainly pricked up my ears) which I reviewed for MTV.com mere months before 9/11/01 (on 9/12/01, the reviews section was cut...seriously, the very next day, with nary a hug from editor Billy Altman nor that copy of WILD ABOUT MY LOVIN' that he promised me). I clearly overrated SPANKMASTER since I no longer own it (just checked - it's not even in the reference shelves). It's obvious to me now that I was trying to massage Keith's uncritical cult, those that would applaud an album of tuba solos from the nutter since anything similarly kooky would fit his psychotic profile. And that includes an album resting upon dull ass beats. Why I felt compelled to cater to his cult I dont know exactly. Maybe because I was (and still am) a fan myself and tend to embrace birds with broken wings anyway. In any event, where the hell has he been lately?
ARTIST: Kool Keith
TITLE: Spankmaster
LABEL: Overcore/TVT
REL. DATE: 6/5
HED: Cuckool
RATING: 3 (out of 5)
by Kevin John
Back in the late 80’s with Ultramagnetic MCs, Kool Keith oozed stream-of-consciousness raps about cars and eating brains. But now hip-hop’s premier eccentric has a lot of competition from an entirely viable underground, where eccentricity comes with the territory. On first listen, Spankmaster, the latest disc in Keith’s ultra-prolific post-Ultramagnetic career, appears to be a sour grapes response to this threat. One track is flat-out called “Jealous”, proceeds to blast Funkmaster Flex and MTV for not playing his music.
But for better or worse, Keith can never sustain a boast or a dis without a detour into some truly bizarre material. “Mack Trucks,” for instance, starts out with Keith ripping on “major fake ballers” but his rap gets absorbed into the confusing chorus of “Macks trucks, big wheels roll,” crooned, like every chorus on the album, in a demented loveman falsetto. If it’s a metaphor for Keith’s prowess, well, it’s a bizarre one. “Drugs”, alternates between history (“I used to be up all night in the living room smoking a lot of weed…”) and hallucination (“…with The Four Tops.”). Even his rampant sexism takes a turn for the odd. He clearly has disdain for the woman in “Maxin in the Shade”, whose evil deeds only begin with running up his phone bill talking to drug dealers. But that disdain manifests itself in a trip to McDonald’s so that she can “take a picture with the Cheeseburglar…let him know how you got your hair done.”
It’s be easy to pass this all off as pure psychosis (the man did do well-publicized time at Bellevue) if the music weren’t so madly methodical. Practically every backing track here follows the same pattern: a stark beat with eerie electronic hooks that recall the bleeps of the earliest video game systems and Keith driving right over (like a Mack truck?) instead of working rhythmically against it. When the raps become too opaque, there are real pleasures to be had honing in on this uniquely minimal sound. And it does make you throw your hands in the air – not to wave them like you just don’t care but because you have no idea what to do with yet another one-of-a-kind Kool Keith joint.
ARTIST: Kool Keith
TITLE: Spankmaster
LABEL: Overcore/TVT
REL. DATE: 6/5
HED: Cuckool
RATING: 3 (out of 5)
by Kevin John
Back in the late 80’s with Ultramagnetic MCs, Kool Keith oozed stream-of-consciousness raps about cars and eating brains. But now hip-hop’s premier eccentric has a lot of competition from an entirely viable underground, where eccentricity comes with the territory. On first listen, Spankmaster, the latest disc in Keith’s ultra-prolific post-Ultramagnetic career, appears to be a sour grapes response to this threat. One track is flat-out called “Jealous”, proceeds to blast Funkmaster Flex and MTV for not playing his music.
But for better or worse, Keith can never sustain a boast or a dis without a detour into some truly bizarre material. “Mack Trucks,” for instance, starts out with Keith ripping on “major fake ballers” but his rap gets absorbed into the confusing chorus of “Macks trucks, big wheels roll,” crooned, like every chorus on the album, in a demented loveman falsetto. If it’s a metaphor for Keith’s prowess, well, it’s a bizarre one. “Drugs”, alternates between history (“I used to be up all night in the living room smoking a lot of weed…”) and hallucination (“…with The Four Tops.”). Even his rampant sexism takes a turn for the odd. He clearly has disdain for the woman in “Maxin in the Shade”, whose evil deeds only begin with running up his phone bill talking to drug dealers. But that disdain manifests itself in a trip to McDonald’s so that she can “take a picture with the Cheeseburglar…let him know how you got your hair done.”
It’s be easy to pass this all off as pure psychosis (the man did do well-publicized time at Bellevue) if the music weren’t so madly methodical. Practically every backing track here follows the same pattern: a stark beat with eerie electronic hooks that recall the bleeps of the earliest video game systems and Keith driving right over (like a Mack truck?) instead of working rhythmically against it. When the raps become too opaque, there are real pleasures to be had honing in on this uniquely minimal sound. And it does make you throw your hands in the air – not to wave them like you just don’t care but because you have no idea what to do with yet another one-of-a-kind Kool Keith joint.
posted by Kevin John Bozelka at 9:19 PM
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