![]() ![]() 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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