Few hip-hop artists in
recent years have received higher praise than King Kunta himself, Kendrick
Lamar.
The Compton emcee’s major
label debut “Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City” cemented him as one of the most
insightful voices in his genre, while his follow-up, last year’s “To Pimp a
Butterfly,” offered what might be pop music’s most impactful examination of racial
injustice in America since Public Enemy in their prime.
Now, less than a year
later and with some twitter encouragement from Lebron James, Lamar’s record
label Top Dog Entertainment has created a compilation of 8 unreleased tracks
from the recording sessions of “To Pimp a Butterfly,” called “Untitled
Unmastered.”
When details about this
project first began to leak, they inspired some knee-jerk apprehension. Eight
unnamed tracks accumulating to a fleeting runtime of 34 minutes, each one
lacking studio polish?
The only recent success
to come out of this method of album construction is Radiohead’s “Amnesiac” in
2001, a record comprised entirely of runoff from their prophetic “Kid A” the
year prior. “Amnesiac” is a decent album, to be certain, but still only the
coolest / most deluded of Radiohead fanboys would place it on the same pedestal
as its predecessor.
So the initial fear that “Untitled
Unmastered” would be the audio equivalent of table scraps is kind of justified.
But, fortunately, with this record Lamar has managed to raise the bar for what’s
expected from afterthought albums, in that it’s noticeably better than Thom
Yorke mumbling over dour-ass techno for 45 minutes.
Kendrick kicks things off
with a thunderous verse on “Untitled 01”, breathlessly spazzing out apocalyptic
imagery over chaotic minimalism. Breakbeats and strings will leave listeners
head-nodding their way through Revelations, while Kendrick paints a vivid
picture of a world gone awry.
No birds chirping or flying, no dogs barking
The tallest building plummet, cracking, and crumbling
It’s the end of the world
as we know it, and not even the dogs and birds feel fine.
No momentum is lost on
the next track, which as you may have guessed is “Untitled 02.”
“Get God on the phone!,”
Lamar demands over the production’s drones and sputters. Appropriate, since his
flow on the second half of this song is downright otherworldly, as he takes a
break from reminding us that the end is nigh to get out some much-deserved
braggadocio. With anti-materialism undertones to boot.
“Untitled 05” is yet
another highlight of this compilation, one that’s self-destructive themes and
dark, jazzy tones have “To Pimp a Butterfly” written all over them. It’s
exclusion from that album is almost baffling actually.
The track clashes tonally
with the very next, “Untitled 06,” a lighthearted love-ballad featuring vocals
from one-hit-wonder and, if you ask the right hip-hop fan, southern rap innovator
CeeLo Green.
“Untitled 07” is the album’s most
ambitious moment, stretching over 8 minutes long and split into three distinct stylistic
sections. Egypt Daoud, the 5 year old son of instrumental-smith Swizz Beatz, has
a production credit on this track, showing clear evidence that the dope-beat-making
gene does in fact exist. Science needs to get off its ass and isolate it
pronto.
Finally, the album
culminates with “Untitled 08,” which may be the most danceable track Lamar has
ever made, featuring disco rhythms that will uptown funk you up.
The album begins with the
apocalypse, then builds its way up to channeling “Off the Wall” era Michael
Jackson. Go figure.
The only lull in this compilation
occurs around “Untitled 03,” where the production lacks soul and Kendrick’s
lyrics border on stereotyping, as he describes advice given to him by Asians
and Native Americans, who of course just want a peace of mind and a piece of
land respectively.
At a brisk 34 minutes, “Untitled
Unmastered” can’t help but feel like a minor, ancillary work to “To Pimp a
Butterfly.” However, it does have enough choice cuts and compelling moments to
justify its existence, if only as a behind-the-scenes document of an artist at
his creative peak.
Kendrick could have
easily kept these songs to himself, releasing them on subsequent albums when a decent
placeholder was necessary. Instead, he’s emptied his song book, given his fans
a solid accompanying work, and ensured that his next official release will be
completely from scratch.
4/5