Album Review: Lil' B - Black Ken
I got into rapper Lil’ B towards the end of 2014; prior to
that, I had tried, and despite my best efforts, I didn’t understand him. Even
after immersing myself in his ridiculously deep canon, I’m not 100% certain I
still understand—I, like many of you, may just be along for the ride.
Who is Lil’ B?
Born Brandon McCartney, B is not even 30 years old yet, but
in a short amount of time, he has become a prolific underground rap figure as
well as an esoteric pop culture icon. He blurs lines and confuses—not only with
the distinction between what he releases as an ‘album,’ and what he puts out as
a ‘mixtape,’ the kind of music he makes, as well as with his identity. Is he
Lil’ B? Is he The Based God? Are they one in the same? Are they different? Is
this like a God/Jesus situation where both are referred to as ‘The Lord?’
It’s tough to keep up sometimes.
Since beginning his career roughly a decade ago, McCartney
has nearly 60 releases to his name. Following up 2015’s Thugged Out Pissed Off (a whopping 63 song collection), Lil’ B has
returned with the long gestating and oft-rumored project Black Ken—an effort that finds the rapper more focused and
accessible than ever, rivaling his 2011 album I’m Gay (I’m Happy) as what could be considered a good starting
point to ease your way into Basedworld.
Boasting huge sounding production values and beats created
by McCartney himself, Black Ken is an
impressive step forward for Lil’ B as a producer and rapper. While he has a
rabid following that love everything he does, I don’t think I would ever say
that McCartney is, like, a great
rapper all of the time. Sometimes it’s tough to tell what it is he is doing and
going for—on Thugged Out Pissed Off,
he has a song called “Flexin Maury Povich,” where an entire verse is made up of
the phrase “Flexin’ Maury Povich.”
There are songs and lyrics weirder than that throughout his entire canon, but
on Black Ken, he manages to reel in
some of his idiosyncratic habits.
Sure, there are times where McCartney’s flow harkens back to
Kurtis Blow-level clumsiness, but, as with everything related to Lil’ B, you
have to wonder if it’s all part of the act. Is it satire? Is it a comment on
rap and hip-hop as genres and art forms? Is it an homage to those who came before
him? As a listener, it’s so tough to tell sometimes because McCartney effortlessly
confounds; and at times I wonder if he can even tell anymore between what is
satire and what is serious.
Black Ken is
lengthy—27 tracks and well over 80 minutes—but it’s not inaccessible, and
throughout, McCartney works back and forth through various sounds and styles:
at times he channels the angry, confrontational end of rap music; other times,
he just wants to goof off and have fun. There are songs that have big, airy
synths that wouldn’t sound out of place on Top 40 radio; there are songs that
feature the same, chintzy MIDI keyboards McCartney has always used in his
career. And like, so many figures in rap music, he paints himself as a complex,
contradictory figure. There are sharp contrasts tonally throughout Black Ken—as a whole, I feel like McCartney
is a pretty positive, optimistic guy, but that doesn’t always come through in
his music. On “Ride (Hold Up)” he waxes about bringing a gun with him into a
club; again, is this fact, or rap music fiction?
Despite the contrasts and contradictions, and the near
constant shifts in the sonic palate that McCartney uses, Black Ken is surprisingly cohesive and overall, a relatively fun
listen from beginning to end. There is nothing as poignant or stark as
McCartney’s highwater mark “No Black Person is Ugly” included in this set—and
that’s okay. That would be a tough one to top. And yes, it loses steam in the
third act with the sequence of Latin-tinged tracks before finding its way again
with a mix of both positive and rather aggressive songs before concluding.
A song like “Wasup Jojo,” with its simple refrain, is
incredibly infectious; a song like “Free Life” harkens back ever so slightly to
a West Coast sound from the early 1990s before it tosses in a bunch of
dissonant keyboards and an out of place saxophone solo—but it is never not
interesting; and there is the unfuckwithable, intense run of five songs
beginning with “Young Ni**az,” and ending with the aforementioned “Ride (Hold
Up),” all of which boast abrasive, club ready synthesizers and encourage the listener
to get wild.
Early on in the album, on “DJ BasedGod,” McCartney boasts, “My name’s Lil’ B and I saved hip hop.”
It’s a bold statement, but there is some truth to it. Save for a few marquee
name artists in the genre that still consistently deliver, there isn’t a lot of
interesting or noteworthy things happening in rap music. In order to save hip
hop, Brandon McCartney had to destroy it. Lil’ B—as a character, an idea, a pop
culture icon, a rapper, a producer—is a hip hop deconstructionist. Yes, both he
and his music can be weird and his affect can be polarizing, but no matter what
you think, Lil’ B is a fascinating phenomenon, and Black Ken is continued proof of that. It’s an album that injects
creativity and oddball humor back into the genre as a reminder that sometimes,
maybe we don’t need to take ourselves so seriously.
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