Real Bad Man & Blu: Review

There’s something to producer-rapper collabs where the synchronicity between the two often hits an all-time high. Often, some create synonymous collabs throughout the years, and seeing them go with someone new is as refreshing as those slices of mango from the fridge. For Los Angeles Rapper Blu, a fan like myself has longed to see him get a little more loose, edgy, and free from the apropos styles that reflect much of the boom-bap era but with more funk. Though Real Bad Man isn’t so much a switch from it, they still deliver their self-proclaimed fire ass beats. From their collaborations with Boldy James, Pink Siifu, and Kool Keith to the recently released Real Bad News with Blu, Real Bad Man’s self-proclamation continues to ring true. It’s one reason that Real Bad News succeeds in being memorable and lively throughout its brief 23-minute runtime. In hindsight, it’s a first for Blu as he doesn’t deliver such swift and breezy albums, as most times, he’s bringing resounding depth in longer tracks, while here, he’s bringing more ferocity, and that hybrid fits beautifully.

Real Bad Man’s beats on Real Bad News are rudimentary to boom bap but still unique and more nuanced with its elevated modernist takes to deliver refreshing notes. What helps it is Blu’s writing, which here is a little more bombastic than usual but still retains his multi-layered structures and themes; he’s bringing to life the image of the album cover and the idea that this collaboration is “bad news” for the Hip-Hop game. By that, I mean their connectivity and synergy is this substantial stamp that shines through the crevices, reminding listeners what it’s like to be an emcee. Much of the Hip-Hop releases this year, with the most pop appeal, have come from more rockstar-influenced artists, while the underground sectors have been amping a bunch of Alchemist and DJ Muggs, but Blu is aiming to disrupt it. It’s prevalent with some of the bars Blu delivers, and as I write this review – like others will do – building its presence is where you’ll know Blu’s ferocity and writing is what keeps the locomotive flowing extensively.

For Real Bad Man, the beats aren’t so much homogenized, but the style isn’t something that brings out the masses like that of “Modern Jam” from Utopia by Travis Scott; on its own, it does unique things to keep the production engaging like the elevated electric guitar strings and pianos in “The Golden Rule,” the elevated horns in “Fall of Rome,” and the opening track “Bad News,” which ends in with a vocal outro from Mel Brooks’ Robin Hood: Men In Tights. As per the joke in the opening’s outro, “Maybe if you tell me the bad news in a good way, it won’t sound so bad/The bad— The bad news in a good way,” where they play on the double entendre, and the good becomes the quality getting delivered. Unfortunately, not all tracks are fluid in this sense, as “The Hurt” and “More Bad News” follow a throughline of standard Boom Bap, focusing heavily on the percussion instead of doing more with the live instrumentations. It’s a testament to their craft that does separate them from the more hardline, behind-the-board kind. Blu makes it at least listenable.

Bad News has solid depth, especially when you’re getting tracks from Blu that run short. It could cause some hesitation, though worth the trek, as here, you hear him flexing, reflecting, and remaining humbled through the narratives, bringing resounding layers that never feel short-sighted. From the religious-centric and rich writing of “All Praise Due” and “Hebrews” to the potent braggadocio intro and reflective “Aladdin,” this is just one avenue. The features on the album deliver with equal potency, matching up to the production and giving us some fantastic songs, like Cashus King, Donel Smokes & Definite on “Fall of Rome,” a tremendous posse cut, or in “The Golden Rule” where we get a surprising, and great verse from New York legend CL Smooth. They all understand the assignment while focusing on their style and never relishing to make ends meet for the synergy. It rounds out for one excellent product that will have you returning, even if one of its downsides can also be an upside. 

At 23 minutes, Bad News runs swiftly, feeling like a quick breeze that ends with slight disappointment as you want to listen to more and more. Though the product isn’t so empty, the pacing and length don’t offer much for fans of Blu. The album’s length makes it a safe choice to return for a quick spin without hesitation. I’ve been returning to it frequently since its release, and I couldn’t recommend it more. It has enough depth to merit its runtime and will keep you hungry for more from the two, either together or as artists in their own paths.

Rating: 8.5 out of 10.

Joey Bada$$ – 2000: Review

Whether thematically or through an expansion of congruent or parallel tales in sequel albums, we’ve seen them match the quality of their predecessor at times, but not at the consistent peak of the original. We’re talking the Blackouts, Blueprint 2, Man on The Moon 2, Marshall Mathers LP 2, and Only Built For The Cuban Linx Pt. 2, to name a few, but we have had rare contrasting improvements, like with Tha Carter II, but ultimately, sequels are way too common. So, when a new one is released, the hype scale skews up and down depending, and there is no in-between. Joey Bada$$ joins the lot with his latest album, 2000, an update to his debut 1999 mixtape that bridges the two with lyrical content and production style, and your hype scale should heighten. Like 1999, 2000 has an excess of boom bap and jazz rap. 2000 reminds us that Joey can command a smokey jazz lounge with crisp flows and emotionally draining lyricism.

When P. Diddy utters these words rhythmically, “Can you say New York City?/Now as we proceed/To give you what you need(Bad Boy),” you get the ting that you’re in for something extraordinary. Though it isn’t the right word to define most choruses on the album, Joey Bada$$ at least reaffirms Diddy’s words, specifically calling him the baddest. Equipped with spectacular co-productions from Statik Selektah, Chuck Strangers, Kirk Knight, and Erick the Architect, amongst others, Joey comes with smokey flows and poignant lyricism, offering a breakdown of his person in front and behind the microphone. From expressing his career doubts throughout or a continuous bounce of confidence like in “Where I Belong,” Joey acquiesces with fluidity as we picture his emotions in these larger-than-life scenes within the verse. Doubling down on “One Of Us,” there is smooth progression between tracks, maneuvering our emotional reflection. 

Unfortunately, Joey still hasn’t grown much when writing choruses. That isn’t to say he’s an albatross, but it’s stagnated, and at times, mundane 1-2-3-4-5 old school choruses don’t have that same pizzaz. It makes individual songs have some that come across like speed humps on a residential road like the potent “Eulogy.” Joey Bada$$’s weakness for writing captivating choruses stays near the front, especially on some highlights: “Cruise Control” and “Brand New 911.” It doesn’t get pushed aside, but its verses and production are enough to keep you returning. The crisp and smooth boom bap–soul hybrid beat from Mike-Will-Made-It, Marz, and Cardiak on “Cruise Control”  focuses on the nuances of the genre, using pianos subtly beneath the percussion, guiding it through the confines of slight decentness. Joey has the right approach for the melody, but it isn’t that interesting. It’s another track that adds affirmation to Joey’s coolness when exuberating confidence that ends with Nas giving us a short speech about Joey’s character, grind, and talent. 

“Brand New 911” has more of a nothing burger of a chorus–fortunately, it isn’t one of those asking for a highlight, and we get lost in the whim of vocal gun noises and slick verses from Joey Bada$$ and Westside Gunn. Like Gunn, most features acquiesce with Joey’s boom bap/Jazz centrism, further giving us highlights to replay, like “One Of Us,” with the Larry June or JID on the aforementioned “Wanna Be Loved.” They properly balance with Joey’s solo tracks that there wasn’t a moment that left me feeling like they didn’t fit. However, that’s more due to the quality of work focused on, unlike Chris Brown, who comes as his haphazard self, offering nothing but an underwhelming verse in an otherwise underwhelming track. But in essence, 2000 is more of a reflection of his career, specifically in growth, as we hear him tackle varied reflection points, like that high feeling of achieving success on “Make Me Feel.” 

See, Joey Bada$$ dropped 1999 and got talked about as this old soul bringing a modern flavor to a style that wasn’t as prominent as the 90s, especially with his quintessentially driven flows. He had swagger and ways of weaving smooth, hypnotic fluidity through multi-syllabic bars, and I remember hitting me when I heard him go toe-to-toe with Capital Steez on “Survivor Tactics.” The growth of Joey Bada$$ has been gripping and pertinent amongst others in the New York scene of the 2010s like groups Pro Era, Flatbush Zombies, Underachievers, Phony Ppl, and more. His growth since Capital Steez’s suicide and his manager’s death; it’s been a rough ride for Joey. Though it wasn’t pertinent, the subtle darkness loomed at the sounds never got brighter with immediate releases from Joey. I remember how Summer Knights reflected darker overtones, and Joey reflects how everything’s been since. We heard it throughout 2000, but significantly on “Survivor’s Guilt.”

Ending with “Survivor’s Guilt,” we hear the emotional weight Joey Badass bared throughout the years, despite having proper clarification to defend particular actions. Like how he flies a bit high and mighty and still can’t offer sound reasonings for having someone like Chris Brown on a track–friendship isn’t the best defense, and it minimally dilutes its gravitas, especially with how poignant “Survivor’s Guilt” is. Though, as a whole, 2000 has a lot that merits multiple listens, specifically with the first half–that alone will offer a rewarding experience with hearing contrasting and parallel allusions between 1999 and 2000.

Rating: 7.5 out of 10.