![]() Gambits like this occur endlessly, often multiple times in a single verse, showcasing an author capable of constructing an extremely intricate narrative and demanding enough to expect listeners to keep up with his manic pace and rapier wit. Verbal trickery is the name of the game on “Money Folder,” where he claims to have penned the rhyme after downing a few “Heines,” only to reveal moments later that he was referencing warm derrieres and not cold beers. His vocal ebb and flow can be rather entrancing, which slightly distracts from the complex use of simile and double entendre, demanding repeat listens and even note taking from his ever-growing army of disciples. ![]() ![]() His verses are pop culture at its most arcane, showcasing a man obsessed with junk food, syndicated space operas and creamy clouds of marijuana smoke. Vocalist and cover model MF Doom rhymes with a deep, stoned growl, working his tongue and lungs to capacity, all in the name of coughing up dense, symbol-laden, lyrical poetry. Supergroups rarely succeed, let alone eclipse previous individual achievements, but pairing Madlib’s capacity for regenerating the grooviest relics of jazz past and MF Doom‘s impossibly sophisticated, stream-of-consciousness jabberwocky was a stroke of genius, birthing a work beyond genre, song structure and conventional wisdom. Perfectly marrying the sophisticated with the peculiar, Madvillainy is 22 disparate snapshots, completely stripped of mainstream rap’s pop sensibilities and obsession with hooks and freed to be willfully obscure, off-the-cuff and hysterical. ![]()
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