Gawddam! Brother Ali and the funk that love brought. US

I don’t do a weekly update because I want to really feel what I have to say.  Deadlines and arbitrary updates result in verbospam uploads that have little to say to anyone.  With that in mind, here’s a thought straight from the hip.  I finally got a chance to wrap my big old headphones about my noggin and allow Brother Ali’s US recording to penetrate my synapses.  GAWDDAM!  I own about three total hip hop albums, and most of them are Beastie Boys.  My big buddy Bear turned me on to Brother Ali about three years ago when the artist was living in the same apartment building with my big hairy buddy.  Bear played several tracks for me and I was immediately taken with the warmth and melodic spin Ali puts into his music.  It’s the best use of language I have ever heard in the genre, period.  His chops cut like machetes and his bounce has aspects of Serengeti. His content is deep and very angular, taking the mind places worth going when you focus and follow the images he’s provoking.  The fidelity of the music is tremendous.  A new adjective needs to be created to replace ‘kickin’ in regards to this element of the recording.  It makes me think of old Stanley Clarke vinyl.  I love the staggering absence of hate in the lyrics.  The love comes out in waves big enough for King King to surf upon.  Listen close to Baby Girl and you will see exactly what I mean all in one track.  Lush multi-part harmonies backed up against greasy analog bass growls.  Frappin reggae dub meets impeccable guitar meets Bad Mutherfucker pt.II oh my god…  My face has a permanent wave from this track.  Get this CD right now.  Have a party and call up all your locals to twist the volume large for Best@it.  When I was a kid, Prince blew my musical preconceptions away, Brother Ali has succeeded in rebuilding them.  I don’t give a good gawddam where you are from.  I’m from Minneapolis, and we got the shit right here.