By Danny Wicentowski
By Lindsay Toler
By Ray Downs
By Lindsay Toler
By Village Voice Writers
By Lindsay Toler
By Lindsay Toler
By Danny Wicentowski
On the surface, 2005 was another banner year for hip-hop. There were at least a couple of classic albums (Beanie Sigel' s The B. Coming and Kanye West's Late Registration) and a slew of great ones (Madlib's The Further Adventures of Lord Quas,Young Jeezy's Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 and Game's The Documentary), and a steady procession of club-banging singles (Trina's "Don't Trip" and Ying Yang Twins' "Wait (the Whisper Song)," as well as weepy ghetto ballads (G-Unit's "Hate it or Love it" and Damian Marley and Nas' "Road to Zion").
But beneath the surface there was an underlying restlessness a cultural and an aesthetic agitation that was both hidden and violent. The nation's crumbling political situation added a certain post-millennium tension, but there was also a collective desire for the genre to move beyond 2004's crunk and pop-hop template. Some looked to hip-hop stepchildren such as grime, one-drop reggae revivalism and reggaetón, while others banked on the emergence of the new and exciting scene in Houston to liven things up. In this spirit, let's examine the three major trends that shaped this year in hip-hop.
Still Tippin': The emergence of H-Town rap. Yeah, "Still Tippin'" is two years old and (at this point) more played out than R. Kelly's last girlfriend. But when hip-hop historians look back at 2005, chances are that it will be remembered as the year that H-Town rap broke. Sure, the Texas city's hip-hop scene has been poppin' since long before The Geto Boys put the South on the map with 1991's "My Mind Playin' Tricks on Me," but though great and even innovative music had been coming out of the region from artists such as DJ Screw and UGK, Houston rap was viewed as too insular, too esoteric and just too Southern.
But all that changed with "Still Tippin'". The song introduced Houston's new rap vanguard Paul Wall, Slim Thug and Mike Jones and though it wasn't technically screw music, its austere synth swells and simple yet menacing beat did seem to announce the arrival of a new hip-hop aesthetic. The corresponding video was the icing on the cake. The video's grainy, low-budget look and communal focus seethed with an unearthed, underground vitality that was reminiscent of Dr. Dre's 1992 classic "Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang."
The promise of "Still Tippin'" went largely unfulfilled. Unlike Dre's early-'90s Cali revolution, Houston would neither largely reconfigure how hip-hop sounds nor produce any genuine superstars. Sure, Bun B's Trill was great, but it paled in comparison to his earlier UGK material. And Mike Jones' Who is Mike Joneswas little more than a series of marketing gimmicks disguised as an album. Though Slim Thug's Already Platinum was decent enough, with most of the production duties handled by the Neptunes, it wasn't exactly an H-Town album. And after all the excitement and hype that followed Paul Wall, it was disappointing to discover on The People's Champ that he was merely a mediocre rapper with a shiny grill. In the end, Houston felt like more of a pleasant diversion than a genuine transformation.
Stop snitching! Hip-hop goes to jail.In 2005, it seemed as though every week another hip-hop figure was getting arrested, going to jail or whining to the hip-hop press about the bias of judges or the unfairness of his parole hearing. Philly MC Cassidy celebrated his first Top 10 hit the infectious early-summer jam "I'm a Hustla" by allegedly going on a killing spree in his old neighborhood. After foisting the noisome "So Icy" on an ice-saturated public, Atlanta MC Gucci Mane was arrested not once, but twice first for murder and later in Miami for aggravated assault. And while Beanie Sigel's The B. Coming may have been criminally overlooked by fans, he certainly wasn't ignored by the law. By the time his album dropped in March, he was in jail for a litany of charges too extensive to list in just one edition of this paper.
Meanwhile, the angels at Murder Inc. (home to Ja Rule and Ashanti) were indicted (but acquitted) for money laundering charges involving '80s drug lord Supreme McGriff. Over in Texas, UGK's Pimp C remained behind bars for brandishing a firearm, and up-and-coming Miami rapper Dirtbag returned to jail for violating his probation.
But it was Lil' Kim's perjury case that took the cake. During her trial, she denied being at the scene of the crime despite numerous eye-witnesses and a surveillance tape that clearly demonstrated otherwise. It was the tragically logical conclusion of the "Stop Snitching" campaign that has become hip-hop's unofficial motto.
But it's too simple to throw up your hands and declare that "rappers are out of control." The truth of the matter is that rap listeners are just as culpable as the artists. What qualifies as bad behavior for most of the world is considered proof of authenticity by an increasingly jaded hip-hop audience. Do you have multiple bullet holes on your body? A rap sheet longer than Infinite Jest? Do you wear a bulletproof vest and carry a firearm at all times? If you want to be in the hip-hop industry, you might consider moving all these things to the top of your to-do list. After all, it's a lot easier to blast a cap in some fool's ass than it is to write a classic verse.
What Kanye said. Yes, we know. The subject of Kanye and Katrina has been covered ad nauseam, and nothing that we're going to say here is likely to change your perception of it. But regardless of how you feel about what he said, you have to give West credit for reintroducing mainstream hip-hop to politics. (Or is that politics to mainstream hip-hop?)Sure, hip-hop's underground ghetto is a breeding ground for scorching polemics this year alone saw the release of The Perceptionists' Black Dialogue,Immortal Technique's Revolutionary Vol. 2 and Sage Francis' A Healthy Distrust but their messages are generally either convoluted by an esoteric and self-defeating focus on "inside baseball" hip-hop politics or lost in a choppy miasma of bad beats and/or nonexistent distribution.
In contrast, what Kanye said was clear, simple and nearly ubiquitous. And while most of the focus was on West's condemnation of Bush, it was perhaps more important that he confronted the still-taboo issue of race in America. It's revealing that for the West Coast rebroadcast of the program, his comments were edited out. To paraphrase Ice T, we have freedom of speech just as long as we watch what we say, and when rappers step out of line when they stop talking about bling, bitches, pimpin' and ho-ing then the censors will swoop in. And as hip-hop grows more violent and restless, West may very well be the music's last, best hope and the most dangerous man in the industry.