Been letting this one sit with me for a bit and it continues to sink its teeth in. It's a dense and sprawling work lyrically, more in line with that of a playwright or novelist than a Hip Hop artist. From the broken poem that serves as the album's backbone to the shifting moods, scenes and characters that weave in and out even mid-song, it's a jarringly literary experience that few attempt to convey regardless of genre. Personal ruminations on black excellence, life in America, racial tension, self worth and love, God and the Devil and the perils of success - OT tag aside, Kendrick is on some great American novel shit with TPAB. His immense talent on the mic ties all the themes and ideas together; a master class of technical excellence, colorful presentation and depth of content and wordplay.
Musically it's an intoxicating soup of late 60's era Jazz, Parliament and Gil Scott Heron, G-Funk and early 90's Hip Hop, Outkast, the Soulquarians collective and modern production techniques. Not quite as audacious as the lyrical assault but still cohesive, musical and nuanced - a throwback sound that covers so much ground it starts to feel like a rumination on the history of black music, much like D'Angelo's Black Messiah a few months ago. While not as successful as that record was on that particular front it's an enjoyable listen front to back and a fitting compliment to Kendrick's mindset on display throughout.
There's some different stuff on here no doubt - some of it worked on first listen for me, some I had to warm up to, but it's still an instant classic from arguably the best doing it today, something to push the genre and music forward. As nice as GKMC was it almost feels like a trap to build a mainstream audience and blindside them with something even more profound in retrospect. Who else in the industry has the balls to not only rerecord a "live" version of their catchy award winning lead single for the album, but then present it in the context of a crowd that isn't paying attention to the words behind the good time groove, and are even more unattentive as Kendrick devolves into a pained sermon on the etymology of the word Negus? Fuck leader of the new school, this guy is putting out shit to be dissected and picked apart in actual academic environments. Album is fire, creative and vital fire.