Camp Lo - Black Hollywood
It's certainly not a loss, as Black Hollywood features several gems, but hardcore fans are unlikely to be satisfied by this offering.
Camp Lo's interesting, aren't they? Their debut, Uptown
Saturday Night is dope as all hell, and five years later, their sophomore
joint Let's Do It Again is fit to be used as a frisbee. Despite this
50% success rate, people still love 'em. It's what I like to call Method
Man syndrome - you know they're dope as fuck, but they've
released some wack shit.
Continuing with the tradition of releasing an album every five years, Camp
Lo's back with Black Hollywood. If you're expecting Uptown
Saturday Night, you'd be wrong. If you're expecting Let's Do it Again,
you'd be wrong as well. What you've got with Black Hollywood is
something in between. The album begins the very funky "Posse From the Bronx." The track
dripping with swag, as is the next one, "82 Afros," which features some really
trippy guitar-fueled production. Things continue to go well with "Soul Fever,"
which features a soulful (as the song title indicates), laid back sound, as Geechi
and Sonny's lighthearted lyrics go hand in hand with
The first misstep in the album is "Pushahoe." Lazy rhymes coupled with
uninspired production and an extremely annoying chorus make this one a snore.
The album quickly gets back on track, however, with "Jack N' Jill." Easily the
darkest track on the album, it is also far and away its best. A very gritty
tale, the song is performed over an unsettling musical backdrop with amazing
storytelling: "Here's a story about a kid named Jack/He roll around the
city, he thinking that he da mac/Mix a little cess with a