“A collection of profound and epic album reviews and musical articles by former astronaut and brain surgeon, Alasdair Kennedy. Reaching levels of poetry that rival Keats and Blake, the following reviews affirm Alasdair to be a prodigy, a genius and a god whose opinion is always objectively right. He is also without a doubt the most modest man in the universe.” - Alasdair Kennedy
Thundercat ought to
be a pretentious douche. Most people with his level of instrumental prowess have
the right to be. Instead, the bassist-extraordinaire refuses to take himself
seriously. At all. Which is what makes him so lovable.
The Divine Feminine wants to
be a love album, or a feminist album, I’m not entirely sure which. Instead it
ends up being a graphic ode to Mac Miller’s sex life. Thankfully the soul beats
are dangerously gorgeous enough to distract from most of it.
Dev Hynes is the kind
of guy who likes to keep changing up his style. Metaphorically speaking, he’s
the kind of guy who never wears the same dress twice. Literally speaking, he’s
the kind of guy who’d probably never wear a dress in the first place. But let’s
not get ourselves sidetracked with cross-dressing analogies…
Sporting vocal guests as big as Aluna
George and Our Holy Father Craig David, this Haitan-Canadian EDM producer is
clearly making a name for himself, even if I hadn’t heard of him until a couple
weeks ago.
Donnie Trumpet and the Social Experiment is a Chicago hip
hop collective consisting of Donnie Trumpet, Nate Fox, Peter Wilkins, Greg
“Stix” Landfair jr and a load of other artists I won’t pretend to have heard of.
About the only member I was familiar with beforehand was kooky emcee, Chance the Rapper, who
provides bars on most of these tracks.
When you’ve listened to as much soul and funk as I have you
begin to get desensitised to the slinky chords and groovy basslines. Everyone
becomes another wannabe-Stevie-Wonder, another wannabe-Steely-Dan. It takes an
artist like LA producer, singer and bassist Thundercat to prove that funk and
soul still has room to evolve.
On the odd occasion when I’m feeling classy, I’ll kick back
with some brie, crackers and red wine and listen to some soul music. Hiatus Kiayote are my
latest and greatest find – a Melbourne neo-soul group with a frontwoman
villainously named Nai Palm (pronounced ‘napalm’). From a glance you’d think they
were some crazy white brutal hardcore band, but their sound couldn’t be more opposite.
I first stumbled upon them a couple weeks ago after hearing an old hit of theirs titled ‘Nakamarra’. The husky vocals and
pillowy chord progressions transported me to a happy, summery place of peace and love and daisy chains.
I expected the same husky vocals and pillowy chord
progressions from this album and without a shadow of a doubt I got this. Hiatus
Kaiyote know all the sweet notes to hit to make you feel warm inside. However,
it became immediately clear that the vibe wasn’t the same. The reason behind
this became clear after repeat listens – Hiatus Kaiyote have lost their
smoothness.
They’ve developed ants in their pants, losing their ability
to sit still, crafting songs that refuse to settle into a groove. There are no
straightforward, easy-flowing numbers like ‘Nakamarra’ on Choose Your Weapon. The record opens with ten minutes of jazzy
noodling, disguised as three songs. After this, the music becomes a little more
structured and digestable, but there’s still a lot of melodic fidgeting and no
real hooks or solid riffs or rhythms to serve as a payoff.
Too much noodles
That said, buried beneath the progginess are some beautiful moments that are worthy of praise.
‘Swamp Thing’ has a muddy, driving bassline that aptly suits it’s title. ‘Prince
Minikid’ has a dreamy instrumental that Flying Lotus would be jealous of. Then
there’s my favourite track, ‘Atari’, one of the most energetic tracks here –
sporting an upbeat chorus of sorts and some fun 8-bit synths.
All these moments feel like creative strokes of genius that
could have paid off if Hiatus Kaiyote didn’t have such a short attention span.
Meandering off every time a good idea pops up, the album feels like a constant
tease. Those with more tolerance for a good noodle will enjoy it.