Nas Nas Album Review

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BY Jody Rosen   |  August 7, 2008

Late endure year, Nas appear that his new anthology would be alleged Nigger, bidding howls of beef from Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson and the NAACP - a appalling phalanx of opponents, even for one of rap's a lot of accustomed battlers. Nas eventually backed down, and the CD now bears no title. But the awning art - an arresting angel of the rapper's bald back, lashed with whip marks that anatomy the letter "N" - leaves little agnosticism about the album's absolute name.


Still, the music is the extreme affair from bank provocation. For 15 years, Nas has been the advocate for New York rap traditionalism: a abundantly accomplished artist with an ancient charge to artery reportage and a animalism for scorched-earth beat battle. His capital affair has been his abutting attempt - broken amid the attraction of gangstadom and his top impulses - but on Untitled, Nas turns his boring outward. This is a sprawling, furious, acutely clashing affair anthology about institutional racism, the failures of atramentous administration and the pathologies and affiance of early-21st-century African-American life. It is aswell the abutting hip-hop has appear to a semiotics academy - an album-length brainwork on the meanings, ambiguities and actual ironies of the n word. In short, it is the a lot of acutely political almanac back the heyday of Public Enemy and Ice Cube, with Nas aural as able as he did on his 1994 debut, Illmatic.


At the centermost of it all is that damaging six-letter epithet. In "Y'all My Ni**as," he raps, "We afflicted the base of aspersing phrases. . . . Now humans are mad if they ain't one." In "Untitled," Nas champions the chat as an honorific for all revolutionaries: "Be the resistance/No amount what blush you are/Everybody niggas." Throughout, he plays the politically incorrect trickster, afraid simple sloganeering, accusatory Bill O'Reilly on the one duke and hip-hop materialism on the other, blithely base racist and available minstrel-show stereotypes in songs like "Fried Chicken" and "Project Roach."


Nas has generally taken a abnormal access to almanac production, confessing to interviewers that he avoids memorable hooks because they would abstract from his lyrics. Untitled includes advance from A-listers Cool and Dre, Stargate and Mark Ronson, but the neosoul-flavored sounds and direct beats are about militantly dull. Sometimes, the beats aren't beats at all: "Queens Get the Money" finds Nas freestyling over wan piano filigree, with nary a boom or bass to be heard.


Luckily, the rhymes accolade abutting listening. "N.I.*.*.E.R. (The Slave and the Master)" is an ballsy arranged with active details: "I appear from the ghetto/Where old atramentous women allocution about they amoroso level." But Nas is aswell a angry battle-rhymer, addled off bite curve - "I'm over they heads, like a bulimic on a seesaw" - and bound couplets: "You ain't as hot as I is/All of these apocryphal prophets is not messiahs/You don't apperceive how top the sky is/The aboveboard breadth of Earth, or what pi is."


This allocution of messiahs is annihilation new. Nas blue-blooded his 2002 anthology God's Son and has generally styled himself as rap's savior and martyr. On 2006's Hip Hop Is Dead, he assured that the brand would perish unless adored by . . . Nas. And on Untitled's booming advance single, "Hero" (produced by Polow Da Don), he accuses his almanac aggregation of something abutting to crucifixion: "This Universal apartheid/I'm hogtied, the accumulated side." Nas' self-righteousness can accomplish his annal abundant going. The deceit even seems to bleed into his flow; his lyrics are generally brilliant, but his rapping is unmusical, defective the blithesome beat of his adolescent first-tier MCs.


Still, on Untitled, Nas has begin accountable amount aces of his blowing and his grumpiness. And the anthology holds a surprise: a song about a savior who isn't Nas. Untitled ends with "Black President," an ode to the man Nas calls a "new, bigger JFK": Barack Obama. Fittingly, on a almanac abounding of conflicted animosity and complicated politics, the rapper's endorsement is alert and measured: "I'm cerebration I can assurance this brother."


 

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