Published on September 14th, 2012 | by Retro19200
Keys To The Kuffs Album Review ADJOURNED!
I would like to apologize to the members and fans of RCQ. I was scheduled to have this review up and posted two weeks ago, but anyone who knows anything about MF DOOM knows it takes a while to decode and get a feel for any body of work received from the world’s most favorite underground Hip-Hop villain.
Over the past two weeks I’ve listened to the first two tracks off the Keys To The Kuffs album by JJ DOOM and then abruptly would tell myself, “You’re not ready yet.” Instead of listening to the full album and giving a solid review, I’ve actually spent more time preparing myself for the DOOM experience. You can’t just jump into a listening session of a new DOOM track, let alone album.
MF DOOM is the Hip-Hop version of Jedi-Master Yoda. I mean, imagine if Yoda was a huge Hip-Hop fan that kept his face concealed in public similar to Darth Vader. Let’s subtract the epic glowing light-saber and add the super-power of lyricism, but let’s keep Yoda’s signature philosophical Spanish-English format of dialect. If this Yoda could speak twice as fast, kept his use of prepositional phrases but understood the beauty of occasionally using complete sentences… his name would be MF DOOM.
No, I’m not high. And yes I am writing this somewhere in limbo at 4am in the morning, but if I may, allow me to continue to play my role of Hip-Hop philosopher. It just occurred to me as I was unraveling through the journey of “Keys to the Kuffs” that MF DOOM happens to say some of the most intellectually relevant couplets of the modern century. I’m pretty sure this review is turning into an editorial but these are the things that happen when innocent by standers in the modern world are immersed in DOOM’s array of vivid imagery complimented by the onslaughts of potent soliloquy’s.
Due to the wisdom Yoda (I’m actually talking about the real Yoda), a genuine message to follow a path of nobility may take so long for our story’s protagonist to decode that the philosophy of the message may not hit our protagonist until a week or two from the time when the message was actually stated; in movies and novels this sense of enlightenment usually occurs at the most pivotal time for our protagonist.
In all honesty, I tried to listen to the album all the way through but I hit such a peak of enlightenment halfway into track four (Bite The Thong) that I completely refuse to finish the rest of this experience today. Consider this like preserving the latest episode of one of your favorite TV shows on Netflix or TiVo.
So members and fans of RCQ… album review is ADJOURNED! Just give me some time to depict and enjoy some of DOOM’s paintings. You know DOOM did his thing when the person reviewing the album hasn’t even mentioned JJ and his solid work of production. Well, in the meantime check my play by play below.
Listens to intro – sounds like an epic skit to one of your favorite early morning cartoon shows (voice in my head says you are not ready yet).
Listens to Guv’nor – realizes that all along MF DOOM has had a master plan to be the hero but portray himself as a villain. Brilliant! (You either die a hero or see yourself live long enough to become the villain right?). I realize that this album may contain more social and political commentary than expected (gracefully places the phrase “Keys To The Kuffs” in my head).
Epically awaits Banished – the focal point of the theme behind this album begins to unravel as DOOM’s grotesque vocals, in perfect villain/vigilante fashion, calmly alert me in my PC speakers to “Don’t get snuffed, with keys to the kuffs.” Starts dwelling on how politically and socially deep the couplets are as DOOM abruptly drops another gem at me “Where the rabbits at? Far from the lab rats?”
Reaction to other lines from Banished – I can’t speak for everybody else but when the mind, body, and soul are one or in some way disconnected… the connection or disconnection of the three can create less awareness or more subconscious awareness to our surroundings. I’ve been feeling a certain way lately, especially this week. Like time is moving too slow but the days are moving too fast. As if I don’t care for sleep, but when I am tired a nap doesn’t consist of enough minutes of rest. That there is always something to do, but there is never enough time to rest, breathe, and be. And then just like in the movies or novels the message hit me straight from the villain himself:
“Not to interrupt but anyone else notice time speeding up?“
Then with perfect timing, as any villain or hero would have under their arsenal, the following line continued…
“Drone got no time for a nap.”
Reality check. I savor these moments in Hip-Hop, let alone music. From poet to poet, nothing like having a moment where an artists expresses his or her own feelings and you are able to connect instantly with that thought of reasoning. So far, with just four tracks in I would definitely recommend this album. Oh, correction, five tracks; I did get a chance to hear a live version of Winter Blues on YouTube.