And of course there’s the group’s resident grownup, rising R&B star Frank Ocean, who takes a lovely solo turn on the Stevie Wonder-ish “White.”Īt their best, OF, like early Wu-Tang, are a thrilling regional act, a bunch of whip-smart black hipsters whose worldview is grounded in their corner of sun-baked southern California – a place as weirdly its own planet as Wu’s Shaolin. ![]() to Samoa, where he was enrolled in a program for at-risk youth. There’s Tyler, sharper and wittier than on his 2011 solo album, Goblin there’s Hodgy Beats, who breaks out here, taking the prize for best punchlines in the ten-minute-plus posse track “Oldie” there’s even a cameo by Earl Sweatshirt, possibly OF’s best rapper, an 18-year-old who had moved from L.A. But it’s cacophony that keeps your ears piqued: all those peculiar voices, boasting, storytelling, signifying, bellyaching. “Lean” combines mosquito-whine buzzes with an eerily minimalist beat worthy of the Neptunes “Analog 2” is sultry swirl of synths and soul crooning interrupted by nearly twelve seconds of dead silence. ![]() Tyler, The Creator is an imaginative soundscaper whose beats take in everything from crunk to Nineties underground hip-hop. Tape Volume 2 has a fizzy energy that elevates it above its limitations. ![]() The NBA Shouldn’t Have Creepy Karl Malone at All-Star Weekend
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