By Ian S. Port
By Cory Sklar
By Godofredo Vasquez
By Gil Riego Jr.
By Ian S. Port
By Ian S. Port
By Christopher Victorio
By Ian S. Port
The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel
The plan was simple: Ally two talented but unsigned hip-hop veterans (Poetic and Frukwan) with an underground renaissance man on the verge of stardom (the RZA, on holiday from Wu-Tang Clan) and the legendary producer who orchestrated the dawn and the sunset of De La Soul's D.A.I.S.Y. Age (Prince Paul) to create the definitive b-boy meditation on ghetto-induced psychosocial deviance.
The product of their collaboration, 6 Feet Deep, released in 1994 under the group name Gravediggaz, was startling, but off the mark. As an unknown collective, they surprised critics and hip-hop fans with their sophisticated blend of aggressive beats, melodically bleak hooks on the verge of loopiness, and wailing, raw-mouthed vocals. Their music and agitated scenarios about the absurdly violent acts of lunatics gave the short-lived and unlamented shock-hop phenomenon popularized by Cypress Hill, Onyx, and Chino XL a resonance that had been sorely missed.
Until the Gravediggaz stepped into the arena, the fledgling genre differed from hardcore rap only in its articulation of street-tough posturing. "Not only are we hard as hell," proclaimed the movers and shakers of the movement, "we're downright stir-crazy." Taking it a step further, Prince Paul, the RZA, Poetic, and Frukwan perceived the urban landscape that had produced them as a kind of gothic wasteland, ripe with grotesque imagery. But their grim vision did not catch on the way they had hoped it would. Only a full-fledged gothic hip-hop scene could have made a connection with 6 Feet Deep.
Undaunted, the band persevered, broadening its sound by joining with Tricky to record the Hell on Earth EP and a side for The Crow, Part 2 soundtrack. Gravediggaz were looking for the means to exhume themselves permanently from shock hop's shallow grave without completely abandoning the spooky shtick that had made their debut so intriguing.
Leave that to the RZA. Revered as the production mastermind behind the Wu-Tang Clan, his influence has impacted East Coast hardcore the way Dr. Dre once dominated West Coast gangsta. Always the concept man, the RZA (or the Rzarector if you prefer his Gravediggaz alias) deserves almost all the credit for crucially redefining Gravediggaz's motivations: The band is now posed as a quartet of dark crusaders dedicated to raising the mentally dead from their spiritual graves. The idea, expressed succinctly through lyric and music on the new disc The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel, is present as well on 6 Feet Deep. But the difference between the two is creative intensity.
It's as if the RZA gave fellow rappers Poetic and Frukwan a sedative and sent Prince Paul to the Bermuda Triangle on furlough. Gone is the one-foot-over-the-abyss aesthetic so prevalent on the first album's brightest tracks. On arrangements like "Constant Elevation," "Defective Trip (Trippin')," and "6 Feet Deep," Poetic and Frukwan pushed each other to perform their lyrics as fiendishly as possible, using all manner of vocal and rhythmic oddities -- octave jumping, overtly stylized stuttering, heavy breathing, howling, and whining -- to convince the listener of their mental deterioration. That style is gone. On The Pick, it's not how you say it, it's what you say.
On "Unexplained," a bluesy arrangement with a full horn-line and 808 drum punch, Poetic and Frukwan herald themselves as wise men, sent to explain the unexplainable, with metaphorically sophisticated rap prose delivered in an easy-to-follow, no-nonsense style. It's an RZA-endorsed approach (see his solo number "Twelve Jewelz") that's beat-friendly and easier to memorize and infinitely more participatory. And on "The Night the Earth Cried," easily the album's most haunting arrangement, Poetic radiates a pensive pessimism, no doubt consumed by the work ahead: "Trying to be godly is hard especially/ In poverty's back yard the violence is taking over." If only the ideas were fresh.
6 Feet Deep too has its share of mediocre lyrics: "Critics say, 'Go to hell,' I say 'Yeah'/ 'Stupid muthafuckas I'm already here.' " But while it remains committed to embodying macabre deviance through lyrics and vocals, The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel is content to project the same baroque ideas through a lens of deadpan intensity, which puts lead vocalists Frukwan and Poetic on a short leash tethered to Wu-Mansion.
Prince Paul is still billed as a member of the group, although he is only credited with two tracks. And the RZA has managed to surgically remove all of the flourishes that were distinctly Paul's. Gone is the quirky edge that he brought to the first album on songs like "Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide" and "1-800 Suicide." In its place are sparse-sounding Wu-Tang originals and RZA-influenced numbers produced by Frukwan and Poetic. And it is hard not to appreciate what Gravediggaz have become under RZA's expert supervision; I frankly prefer his work here to the laborious Wu-Tang Forever. The problem is, it's even harder to let go of what Gravediggaz were originally: a scrappy group of hip-hop misfits, looking to make a statement for the fun of it.
-- Victor Haseman
Won't You Dance With This Man?
(Kill Rock Stars)
Academics contend that the spoken word you get in the hipster cafes and on the poetry-slam circuit is less art than talk. They say the words rarely hold up on the written page and yield little profundity under critical analysis. While it's true that the verbal musings of contemporary poet-performers like Danny Weizmann, Beth Lisick, or Slim Moon don't compare in linguistic density, imagistic complexity, or painstakingly crafted ambiguity to the canonized works of William Blake, T.S. Eliot, or Dylan Thomas, they succeed on the most essential level: communication.
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