Also the downplaying of TPAB's brilliance and complicated yet poignant messages because it wasn't the first afro centric album or because it doesn't really bump in the whip is quite dismaying. How many strong afro centric rap albums are still being made today? How many rap albums attempt what Kendrick attempts on TPAB? People seemed willing to ride for Pinata even though it didn't really bump like his past work and Gibbs didn't attempt to touch on even a fraction of the intricate social and religious issues that Kendrick does. I mean I shouldn't even be mad, as I've stated earlier understanding all of the deep rooted cultural issues and characteristics of the black community and zeitgeist has a large bearing on one's enjoyment of TPAB. For example, just a simple sounding song like These Walls might be misinterpreted as being a song about sex and pussy when in fact it's much much deeper than. These walls is a microcosm of the relationship black have had with America after slavery. It's a love hate relationship to be exact. Loving a country, but also feeling trapped by its cultural dominance, like a great moist vagina on an abusive controlling woman. The dillemma of whether to give into her dominance and assimilate losing sight of one's individuality or to break out rebel is supremely poignant and relevant. Most of the songs on TPAB have that amount of depth...
Contentious/notable points for this perspective:
1) No one brought up whether it bumps in the whip or not. Irrelevant nonfactor, as is the comparison to Pinata because people liked those albums for way different reasons (though I'll take this as a counter-troll). I actually warmed up to the pacing a bit, as it sort of drowns out and becomes physically exhausting in the second half, perhaps Kendrick's genius extends to eliciting a physiological response to complement the content by way of the nontraditional pacing (begins with uptempo kicks to the face and progressively gets slower and slower).
2) Inherent bias towards a moral high ground in content divorced from quality of songs/music. You can have a deep/meaningful song I don't want to listen to, word to every conscious artist we clown here and the sticker we gave Kendrick but not them. Shit, I might prefer the standard boom bap backpacker sound over Kendrick's jazz fusion, and perhaps moreover feel like it's a more appropriate vessel to deliver such a message in (and can easily flip your critique and say it's not brilliant because it wasn't cognizant of this possibility/result). You can be brilliant without being able to communicate it. You can be experimental and fail.
Word to Top Gear as well.
3) Previous point hinges on a novelty/privilege, as you mentioned. I wouldn't
know, for obvious reasons, but it's not hard to assume that one cannot truly understand or receive Kendrick's message unless they are in the shoes of an African American. In which case, is he a messenger or a preacher to the choir? Someone who sheds light on something or one who keeps his own eye adjusted in the darkness? I'm squarely in the latter. People aren't doubting Kendrick had something he wanted to say, but people do doubt whether he was ruminating or able to package something that is measurably effective. I think Kendrick had trouble convincing me to both engage in the album and care, and I think I'm a bit more attuned to racial perspectives than many, many others may be.
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All trolling aside, it's not a terrible album, but it relies on that moral/content high ground way too much for me to give Kendrick the benefit of the doubt and ignore pretty much all of it's other failings. Didn't touch my soul, was outright annoying at times, the annoying parts end up being the most memorable moments of the entire album, etc. I make a playlist of my favourite songs ever year and I've been planning to go back, if not for a review, to TPAB to give it another shakedown for more than Wesley's Theory and These Walls to be on that list, but even as I have nothing new to listen to right now I can't bring myself to power through the album once more. Hard not to qualify that as a failure in some respect when you have to try and force yourself to like something out of the respect of the artist. No dice.