Its 5 p.m. and I’m rushing home from work, hoping that today is the day that I finally find MI2 to buy in traffic. And look! There it was!!! I could hardly contain myself. I bought the CD, and popped it into the player and I waited for the music to hit me. And I waited…and waited…and waited. And 5 complete listens later, I am still waiting.
I’m not gonna talk about the weak lines, or the punchlines that failed to punch. I’m not gonna talk about the errors that could have been corrected. I’m not gonna talk about the beats, of which a majority sounded like complete village tunes. A little too much funny drums and co. I’m not gonna talk about the skits…ooh the skits. Maybe I should. Seriously…who wrote those? Of what relevance were they to the album? I understand that it was supposed to be a “concept” album. But the skits… didn’t generally follow through. I am also not gonna talk about the use of auto-tune where it was totally irrelevant. Or maybe it was. I don’t know. And I’m not gonna talk about the obvious lack of attention to detail. That perhaps is the most glaring thing about this album, because someone, surely should have pointed out the obvious mistakes; especially how the album’s skits seemed to be losing direction.
I am instead gonna tell u what I was waiting for. I was waiting for music. The music that I have always believed was synonymous with MI Abaga. I was waiting for stories to relate to, melodies that I could dream to. I was waiting for rap verses that I’d be eager to learn, pressing pause after every line just so I can write them down. I was waiting for songs that would still be my favorites even after a whole year. That’s what I was waiting for. Reviews like these are perhaps the hardest to write. One reason why? Empathy for the artist. Because of a history of work that you have become attached to. But with that empathy comes the realization of the fact that its about a body of work. And in that body, the present is always the most important…Always.
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