I’ve got zero problems with ‘Coloring Book,’ big fella

I’ll be honest: I’ve listened to Coloring Book the least of any of the albums we’ve covered here so far. I never gave the album the time it was due when it came out last year, partly because a lot of music came out last year and it was kind of an off year for me and rap. The biggest thing was that I was a little hesitant about what Chance’s next project might bring.

The problem was that Acid Rap already sort of seemed like the perfect Chance album to me. It’s so good that I knew I would be disappointed if Chano just dropped an Acid Rap II, but I would also be disappointed if he’d released something that was too far off from its vibes.

I listened to Surf exactly once, and I liked it, but I’ve returned to none of it other than “Sunday Candy,” and even though that song is a classic, I wasn’t sure I wanted a Chance mixtape that took that song as its jumping off point.

I also have a pretty difficult time unreservedly loving anything that scans as too “Christian” in a positive, non-conflicted way. I could get on board with Kanye’s love-hate redemption thing on The Life of Pablo, but a full-on gospel rap record flush in the glow of new fatherhood didn’t sound like something I would be able to get into.

So I sort of avoided this album for awhile.

And when I did eventually listen to it I really had a hard time coming to terms with some of the choices on it, even though it was one of the most universally loved albums of last year, and a big, joyful, very accessible piece of work on top of that. The problem wasn’t that they were poor choices, the problem was that they were cutting edge choices, and I had a hard time letting go of the old Chance.

A really good case study is “No Problem”. I was initially weirded out by its production. The hook line is slathered in auto-tune, and it kind of made me queasy at first, and the pitch-shifted, chopped-up gospel chorus that forms the meat of the beat seemed kind of nonsensical to me, too. But with repeat listens, “No Problem” has become my go -to track on the album.

(My favorite part of the entire album might be Ha Ha Davis, the voice that says “You don’t want zero problems, big fella” at the start of “No Problem”.)

Another example is the joyously sub-verbal stuff that pops up on the first two tracks, first when Kanye says “This is the” and then follows it up with what sounds to me like a bunch of weird grunts (which Genius transcribes as “bom bom bom / bom bom bom / bom bom bom). And there’s Chance’s laughter in the hook on “No Problem”. Both are little touches that annoyed me at first and prevented me from getting into the album, but now I recognize both as touches that add to the sense of joyous abandon that characterizes much of the album. I came around to them. It could be musical Stockholme syndrome, or it could be me genuinely coming to understand what Chance and co. were going for.

Either way, I came around to those early tracks, and I got through the album and got to a point where I could appreciate the new Chance on his own terms.

The album ends strong for me with “Finish Line/Drown”and “Blessings”. One or both of them has some nice live drums, and when they showed up that’s kind of when I knew I would be able to get on the album’s level. Live instrumentation is not essential to good rap music (sometimes it even gets in the way), but when you’re friends with as many monster players as Chance is via The Social Experiment, it seems a little criminal not to make use of that on your record. (Yes, there’s a lot of brass all over the album, but if you’re really that into layered trumpet harmonies then you’re a bigger nerd than I am.)

One thing that’s nice about Chance is that he doesn’t do one type of track. He’s got a good vocabulary of different kinds of rap archetypes, and that means that he can do these genre-exercise type songs where he mixes it up with other MCs who are associated with widely different sounds in the hip-hop universe, and he can pull it off. Sometimes those songs are standouts, and sometimes they’re just welcome diverse padding in his tracklists (like “Fuck You Tahm Bout” on #10Day). “No Problem” actually kind of feels like a softer sequel to “Fuck You Tahm Bout”: it’s chorus is tough talk delivered with a shit-eating grin. “Mixtape” tries on mumbly Atlanta trap. “All Night”is modest little club banger (with more Ha Ha Davis). They all contribute to the album’s free-wheeling mood, without making it feel disjointed

Verdict: I guess I would say that this album is Pocket, because it’s defined by groove even though there aren’t a lot of hard-hitting beats, organic or otherwise. To be honest it doesn’t fit easily into Spencer’s rating/good song classification system (which I have adopted for all of my reviews here, with the addition of Wack, for things that are simply bad). You could also say that Chance’s rapping Shreds, in a way.


‘Awaken, My Love!’: Track-by-Track

I wanna make up for some lost time, so I’m keepin’ this one TIGHT. Just going to write a little about each track on the album.

I’m actually just learning some of the track names from Wikipedia now because for some reason there’s a fucking hand over the tracklist on the CD case:


Which brings me to mention that, yes, my wi-fi is shitty enough that I did resort to buying this thing on CD. They sell it at Target! I bought it and two other notable 2016 albums, playing a little catch-up on the year just past.

That brings me to the first giant digression of this review. Here’s the most controversial ranking you’ll ever see:

Austin Gerth’s recent Target CD purchases, ranked:

1) The 1975’s I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it

2) Beyoncé’s Lemonade

3) Childish Gambino’s Awaken, My Love!

*(To be fair, if I were to list them by which album had the highest peaks, I would probably go with Bey, 1975, Gambino. Really hard to compete with “Formation,” “Freedom,” and “Hold Up,” the three genuine all-timers on Lemonade.)

TIIIIIGHHTTT. Back to the album:

“Me and Your Mama”

It’s a standout, and a solid introduction to the album. It’s probably the album’s best homage to depressed, political, explosively rocking soul that was being put out by Funkadelic and Sly & the Family Stone in 1970 and 1971. To its credit, the intro and the little synth doodle that blooms over the ending allow this track to stand on its own instead of being defined by its clear influences. This song also introduces us to one of the album’s most important points: that Donald Glover is a monstrously talented vocalist.

“Have Some Love”

Weakest track on this whole shit. On my first straight-through listen, this song filled me with a looming sense of dread. In order to explain why, I have to clue you into a personal bias I’ve realized I have: When it comes to harmonies, I am a Beach Boys guy through and through. I like my harmonies clean and tight. (Just like this track-by-track review, amirite?) I am not so much a loosey goosey, crowd-shouted harmonies type of guy. That means that some of the undeniably classic funk and soul of the late ‘60s and ‘70s that Awaken, My Love! draws from has an extra hurdle to get over with me: I either have to dissociate myself from my personal taste in order to give it its due critical consideration, or the song has to be so good, or use that vocal element so effectively, that it transcends my usual reaction against it.

So the first strike against “Have Some Love,” right out the gate, is those massed vocals, like an extended family with varying degrees of individual vocal talent all singing together (ugh! so positive!). These vocals are especially disappointing, given that “Me and Your Mama” had already proven one of Gambino’s greatest assets (his singing) to a degree never before heard (by me) in his music.

But wait: I have an even bigger problem with this song: It’s mediocre. And not only is it mediocre, but it’s a mediocre song with a VERY SPECIFIC sonic reference point. “Have Some Love” is a mediocre and obvious ripoff of “Can You Get to That,” by Funkadelic.

The proof is in the funky pudding, my friends:

Not only is “Can You Get To That” an absolute, Stone Cold Steve Austin motherfucking funk classic, it’s a classic that features those aforementioned crowd-shouted vocals, the ones I don’t usually like that well. But it is, in fact, one of those also aforementioned, benighted few songs that transcend my bias against such vocals—I love it. It’s a great song. “Have Some Love” is not.

Why don’t we go a little deeper with that Funkadelic comparison? Not only is “Have Some Love” a clear poor man’s version of “Can You Get To That,” it also actually occupies THE SAME SPOT in the tracklisting as “Can You Get To That” does on Funkadelic’s 1971 album Maggot Brain. Both songs occupy the second slot on their albums.

And put on your tin foil hats, folks, because here’s the cover art of Funkadelic’s Maggot Brain:


Look familiar?


“Boogieman” features more of those gospel-y group vocals, but they only really annoy me for the first verse. When I went from “Have Some Love” into that first verse on my first listen through the album, I was really feeling like this whole record had taken a complete nosedive. But “Boogieman” picks up after that verse for me, and the album pulls itself out of the breach. The pre-chorus (the part where the drums drop out for a little while before the chorus) is sublime. It makes up for everything. The group vocals return here and there, but they don’t bother me anymore. The sun rises, and the rest of the album is pretty solid.


This song, like “Boogieman,” is kind of goofy, but I think it works better than “Boogieman”. A big part of that for me is Donald Glover’s return to lead vocals. SIDENOTE: There’s also a thinkpiece to be written about this album’s zombie and boogieman lyrics and imagery (the cover’s like a deliberate, glam, Afrofuturist zombie version of the Maggot Brain cover above), and the Civil Rights allegory I know some people read into the movie Night of the Living Dead. But I’m going to listen to tracks six through eight again instead of writing that thinkpiece.


This song brings the album almost back to “Me and Your Mama” quality levels. It’s not quite as well put together a song, but it’s really short so it gets a pass. (SIDENOTE: the members of Funkadelic are actually credited as songwriters on this one, FYI, because they’re sampled in the groove.) What makes this track for me is the incredible, Prince-like scream Don G. deploys throughout.


The Prince comparisons for this one make sense, but to be honest I don’t really think they do justice to just what a good little song this is. Like just listen to the thing, we don’t need to play spot-the-influence.  Just enjoy it, and if you ever run into Donald Glover, give him a hearty slap on the back and say, “Donny, man, that ‘Redbone’ song? That’s a keeper. Good song, Donny.” It also launches us into the album’s second half, which features much more falsetto, and is all the better for it, in this writer’s opinion. Also love the little melody played by the weird, bloopy synth alongside the glockenspiel. Really fortifies the groove on this thing.


A Story: I recently formed a band with an old friend, a new friend, and a couple of strangers who are now also friends. At our first exploratory jam session, we all took a break to sit on the porch and shoot the shit. The other fellows passed a joint around, and the conversation eventually turned to a debate of this song’s merits. This was before I’d heard the full album. “California” has been almost unanimously singled out by critics as the red-headed stepchild of this record. There are some goofy, “weird” songs on here, but this one is the one that doesn’t fit in with the prevailing ‘70s funk vibe, the one that doesn’t, at first listen, make any damn sense at all. During our porch discussion of this song, our vocalist, Chelanga, expressed enthusiasm for it: he liked its fun, lighthearted nature, and its unorthodox arrangement (with the pan flute, etc). For him it was a funky little feel good jam; I think he said he’d listened to it several times that day. Eric, one of our guitarists, was more skeptical: he thought it was too weird, and it stuck out too much from the rest of the album. The biggest sticking point was the vocal style. But then we listened to the song, to settle things, and the positives started to pile up. We all warmed to it a little, even as we criticized parts of it, marveled at the inscrutable decisions that had gone into it. It’s a weird one, but it’s catchy. It obviously doesn’t want to be taken seriously, so why take it seriously?

I had a hard time dealing with the incomprehensible accent on the vocals on this one, but with time, they’ve won me over. I now actually think this album could use one or two more random-ass songs that sound like a drunk Jamaican Steve Urkel doing karaoke over Jimmy Buffet outtakes.


The weird, slow-mo DJ Mustard-sounding beat with a half-hearted Curtis Mayfield impression on top that this song opens with really gets me, especially the little moments when the singing lapses into dazed speech for part of a line. And then the drums come in with the perfect fill, and we get a few minutes of a tasty groove with some sweet harmonies. I like the part where DG seductively says he wants to eat the listener alive, and then says “Please don’t find me rude, but I don’t eat fast food,” and totally sells it even though in anyone else’s hands that would be a really, really stupid line.

“Baby Boy”

This thing has more incredible falsetto and really just serves to continue the absurdly deep bench of good songs tucked in the second half of the album’s run time. I also dig the echo-laden jellyfish documentary soundtrack-sounding synths that creep in here and there on this one during the chorus. Just kidding: those synths are actually guitars!!

“The Night Me and Your Mama Met”

This song is an instrumental tune in 6/8 time with some guitar shredding on it. Funkadelic also have an instrumental tune in 6/8 time with some guitar shredding on it, but the two do not need to be compared.

“Stand Tall”

This song strikes me as a cross between two musicians: Shuggie Otis and Marvin Gaye. Shuggie Otis wrote one famous song called “Strawberry Letter 23,” which you all really should listen to because it’s wonderful and you will like it. Marvin Gaye is Marvin Gaye. Unlike “Have Some Love,” this song works really well with its influences, and it closes the album out on a high note. Glover’s vocals on this are great, and I like the little touch of Auto-Tune on that one random vocal phrase.

Verdict: “Have Some Love” is Wack, but almost everything else Wails.

Awaken, My Love!: Groovy, but Where’s the Soul?

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Well this was a kick to the head. Childish Gambino, my own namesake, is nothing if not inventive. But Awaken, My Love!, his third album, takes those few Gambino signatures and tosses them in the trash. Normally boisterous and spitting lyrics he knows are clever, Awaken, My Love! can best be described with two words I’ve never used to describe Donald Glover: chill and funky. Chill and funky is also how I describe so much of my favorite music, which bodes well for this review. Yet I find myself asking a question we Childish Gambino fans are so used to asking: “Why don’t I like this more?”

Does this picture add anything to the article? – Yes

I’ve always liked Childish, he’s smart, artistic, funny as hell and hecka good-looking. Regardless of the actual quality of his raps, they were distinct in a landscape full of same-sounding rappers. While those rappers were writing poetry to read aloud, Childish was writing in his diary: it was shitty, and embarrassing to share with others, but oh so cathartic.

I think that’s what isn’t clicking for me with Awaken, My Love!. It sounds great and there is seriously just so much funk to bop to, I love the outro to “Zombie” in particular, but its missing the angst and aggressive lyricism that made it feel like Gambino just… gets me. (Call it guilty pleasure, but one of the best things about Camp was that I refused to recommend it and only listen with other people to it if I already knew they liked it.) Awaken, My Love! lacks that same unabashed Childish personality, for the first half of the album you would be forgiven for missing that Childish is singing on it at all, especially if you are used to him yelling out puns about oreos. Instead he peeks out from behind the instrumentals to croon a line, then recedes.

There is little doubt that Awaken, My Love! is Gambino’s best album to date, it just sounds so groovy and mellow and has some of the best autotune use I’ve heard in years. It is also an experiment, a break from classic ‘bino as I’ve already talked about. And all experimental phases have missteps (I’m looking at you, “California” and “Terrified”- get outta here!). We can only pray that Glover learns the right lessons. Give us this quality sound with the old Childish Gambino soul.

Final verdict: needs more of this^

7/10 peanut butter chocolate cakes with Kool-aid

Easy J’s HOT Album Takes: Coloring Book

Drink: Hacker-Pshorr Weisse – A really pleasant fragrant wheat from Munich

Disclaimer: Seeing pretty much all of this record performed live has had a serious impact on my interpretation of it.

Slow Jam of The Week:

Summer Friends

The opening is one of my favorite uses of vocal layering in Hip Hop in recent memory. I really like the use of it throughout the track, its tasteful and always around without being obnoxious (just like Donnie Trumpet.) You could argue that the beat to this song is too fast for it to be a slow jam. That would be a good point. I believe the content and style makes it fit within my definition of slow jam. I feel Chance’s nostalgia and longing for a world I never experienced. I have no idea what growing up around S. 79th would be like, yet I find myself missing it. He is pretty good. It feels like backstory episode of a TV show I really like. (AT)



Finish Line/Drown

This sounds like the back beat to an early 2000’s country song about a sunny day. Seriously. I pretty much picked it for that reason alone. Like, how can you make something that sounds so generic and is totally Chance? I find this song to be sort of enigmatic. It has a complexion that doesn’t really fit with the rest of the album. I could see the exact same instrumentation being used for a Christian rock song or something. I guess this is the beat that I found most interesting.

I should note that this was a cop-out because all the beats on this track do something for me in one way or another.



They told me I wouldn’t go/
Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes/
Well, maybe that shit was my interest/
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist

Mixtape (Lil’ Yachty)


Same Drugs

This bitch has been stuck in my head all week. The line itself is awesome. “We don’t do the same drugs no more” is such a simple line but there is so much that can be unpacked. It really seems like a shame that they don’t do the same drugs, like they used to really enjoy one another, now the other is gone. The ballad style piano line paired with the ever expanding layered female voice every time the hook comes around helps to create the sense of longing I need for this song to work emotionally.

Honorable Mention: Mixtape

I Don’t Get It:

Juke Jam

Blame JB. His hook isn’t very good. It takes me out of the narrative of the song instead of enhancing it. That isn’t necessarily his fault but because it is the only hook I really don’t feel on the album I am blaming him. Who called the Canadian? I don’t get it.


Banger of the Week

No Problem

The intro builds straight into the hook really well. I dig that. The beat has a great mix of deep pounding bass while the line is still fluid. As a former sub-woofer enthusiast I can say, that is really difficult to come by these days. This is a party jam, any party with Lil’ Wayne is probably pretty rad. The features are really good and the beat always brings me right where I want to go. This is a banger.


The Brief:

This is a good record. Chance is really showcasing his versatility and he does so without loosing any of the connection he has become famous for. Speaking of fame, this album feels like Chance staking out his place in the Hip Hop hierarchy. He made it baby.






Why I Chose Awaken My Love

I know each of us has followed Childish with different levels of fandom. I really wanted to see how that changed the way each of you heard the record. At first I didn’t really get it, but this record came on hard for me particularly after I heard a review on ATC about how it was made. ( http://www.npr.org/2016/12/09/504969213/childish-gambinos-new-album-is-a-funky-left-turn )

Now get something done ya filthy dogs. Happy 2017 kids.

Otis: More than just Maybach Music

I apologize for my tardiness with this review, but here goes.

Otis Redding is someone I am familiar with, but on a very shallow level. Everyone knows “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay”, through years of radio play on Oldies music stations. Kanye West and Jay-Z paid tribute to Otis Redding in their 2011 hit “Otis”, featuring samples from the song “Try a Little Tenderness”.

When this song came out, I gave Otis Redding a try and listened to this album and thought it was good, left it at that, and moved on.

But going back several years later and trying to get my untrained ears to dissect this album has been fun. Every time I attempt one of these album reviews, I find myself trying to approach it from an objective point of view, but honestly, that’s just not me. Music to me falls somewhere between a disaster and a banger, between terrible and a complete jam, or even in the realm of bad or a wailer. I am not an objective critic and I think I should stop trying to be one.

As discussed previously on other blogs, the title track is the best. I feel that there is not much more I can add. Song is legendary.

With that out of the way, Dock of the Bay is a banging, slapping, pocket a.f. work of art. Otis has so much power and soul in his voice, giving us the chance to feel the emotion he is conveying in his songs. “I’m Coming Home” is a fantastic example of this. Otis has been left by his woman, leaving him a “lonely little boy, nowhere to go”. Otis is pleading to his woman, wanting to come back to her, with the chorus a powerful cry to get his woman back, to return home. The raw emotion in this song makes it one of my favorites.

Then there is a song like “Don’t Mess with Cupid”. Otis has been scorned by a woman, her throwing his love away like it was a piece of trash. This song starts with a guitar lick that is very similar to “Party in the USA” by Miley Cyrus. I love the instrumentals behind Otis on this song, with the banging on the cymbal and the horns fitting the cutting edge of Otis’ voice perfectly. I think this song is an absolute jam, and wish it was sampled more in modern music.

The final song that stuck out to me was “Tramp”. The female voice on this song is Carla Thomas and she is a perfect 10/10 on this song. When she says “You know what Otis… you’re country…”, I can literally feel the sass and hate this woman has for this man. Otis is trying to prove his love and monetary worth to this woman, but all she still thinks he is a tramp. And she says it in such a way that I actually believe it. This is my favorite song from this album because it seems the realest. 10/10.

Overall, I enjoyed coming back to this album and thought it was a nice choice by Connor. It is cool how we are venturing out of the Hip Hop genre we typically live in and are venturing into newer (older) territory. This album is an album of love, losing it, hating it, accepting it, craving it. This album fits the general mood of life, and was a thoroughly enjoyable listen!

Rating: 8/10

Favorite Song: Tramp

Favorite Lyric: “You know what Otis… you’re country…straight from the Georgia woods…” – “Tramp”

Why I chose The Dock of the Bay

I didn’t settle on The Dock of the Bay until the moment before I posted my choice on the Facebook thread, though I think it was inevitable. The first album that any of us pick  is special, we could approach it as a joke if we wanted, but we all care deeply about sharing music we love and think is noteworthy. The three albums shared so far demonstrate this: Austin chose a beloved album that he wasn’t even sure any of us would enjoy, while Alex wanted to introduce us to one of the greatest rap albums ever recorded.These choices end up being more personal, more revealing, perhaps even more vulnerable than we intend.

This is why The Dock of the Bay was my pick this week. Most simply, I’ve been listening to it non-stop for months, especially the title-track. Otis has a voice that is intoxicating. So many singers lilt or glide through a song, but Redding digs into it. He doesn’t savor or relish, there is an honesty and desperation to his voice that separates him from countless others who enjoy their own vulnerability too much. If you let yourself relax and focus, you might believe he was singing directly to you, or from you. This is where I’ve found myself so many times this year, whether weeding the garden, or watching from the roof of the barn the wind roll across the brome grass hills. Dock of the Bay is hopeful and melancholy,  as if there is as much to be found in the negative space of the album; a few months ago I was listening through and I thought of a painting by Monet which has much the same effect on me (not to mention the same theme).

Impression, Sunrise by Claude Monet. Try listening to “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay” again while looking at it.

As of the time of writing this, only Austin and Jason have published responses to tDotB, and both of them mentioned how the first track steals and completely overshadows the rest of the album. This is surprisingly fitting for my first album pick. Both Alex and Austin can confirm that I used to never listen to entire albums; I didn’t believe in their value as a cohesive work of art, instead opting to pick and choose the songs I loved, the mixtape philosophy, if you will. It was only with their help that I admitted that yes musicians probably have some purpose in their compilations and that an album in its entirety might be more useful for exploring a theme or time period than one song. So here is an album that is both: a mind-numbingly good single with some chasers and a cohesive exploration of one man’s experience of love and loneliness all wrapped up inside his own head (by the way, “Tramp” the apparent emotional-misfit, is much more interesting if you consider that it is the only duet, the only time Otis actually tries to speak with a lover. Regardless of the depth of his soul, he utterly fails at communication).

I don’t know if my enjoying tDotB so much says anything about me, but I think the fact that I chose it as my first album does say something important. I believe that whether we intend it or not, the first album we each pick will play out as a thesis for our musical taste. For however long this blog lasts and however many albums we each pick, they will always be in relation to these first ones, and each new album will add to the narrative. With his first choice, Alex gave us something spectacular. Austin gave us something sublime. I tried to give you all something earnest. I cannot wait for the rest of you to share your first albums and to share that part of yourselves.

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