He’s already morally tainted, his music sometimes suggests, because the same system he profits from has helped keep places like his home town of Compton down. Diluting his message for a hit, or even just making it so the surrounding music could be more easily commodified, wouldn’t just be uncool, according to his worldview-it would be a sin. Years later, he’s still concerned about it. For “untitled 03 | ,” he talks of receiving advice from members of different races the white perspective comes from record-label man trying to leech off Lamar’s talents and encouraging him to sell out: “What if I compromise? He said it don’t even matter / you make a million or more, you living better than average.” It’s not the first time this theme has appeared exploitation by the music industry was the subject of “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe” off 2012’s good kid, m.A.A.d. “Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey,” goes the chorus on “untitled 08 | ,” whose twitchy funk arrangement was first heard on Jimmy Fallon. ”īut other times, he’s anxious about having prospered. This success sometimes allows him to swagger like any other rapper (well, better than most any other rapper), as when he methodically builds momentum through a litany of boasts custom-tailored to each of his label-mates on “untitled 02 |. Lamar has moved millions of albums and is more or less a household name by now, and while “Alright” or “King Kunta” aren’t universal nightlife staples, they’ve achieved conscious-party-anthem status. Maybe the stalemate comes from the fact that the club came to him even though he says he didn’t want it to.
Did it offer enough righteous, unvarnished truth to guarantee him a spot in heaven? At the end of untitled’s opening apocalyptic narrative, Lamar gets stuck on the way to salvation: “Life completely went in reverse/ I guess I’m running in place trying to make it to church.” This seemed intentional the album was a dense, noisy collage of experimental jazz over which Lamar rhymed-and gasped, and screamed-about shame, self-reliance, and social problems. The most successful track off of the masterful To Pimp a Butterfly went no higher than 39 on the Hot 100. I tithed for you, I pushed the club to the side for you.” Pushed the club to the side for you: Avoiding pandering to the masses, according to this version of Lamar’s persona, is godliness.Īnd pander he didn’t. When it comes time for Lamar to be judged by his creator, he points to his discography: “I made To Pimp a Butterfly for you told me to use my vocals to save mankind for you. After the singer Bilal demonically recites some dirty talk toward a “little lamb,” Lamar launches into a furious narrative about the Book of Revelations coming to pass while a gut-rumbling bass line and dread-making strings play behind him. Lamar often raps as a form of dialectic, and on the opening track, he’s in the difficult position of arguing with God.
Don’t be too surprised if all his songs are untitled from here out. If it’s not always easily digested, that’s part of the message. But after listening a bit, the album’s form and content together come to feel like Lamar’s starkest statement yet about the struggle for purity in the face of capitalist pressures to compromise. The arrangements are skeletal the song structures are disorienting the rapping is excellent. The (un)titles for this new album and its songs, the fact that its release apparently only happened because of a LeBron James tweet, and the fact that the music originated in the sessions for his 2015 album To Pimp a Butterfly suggest that untitled unmastered should be approached as a bonus release. The whole thing is kind of like “Bohemian Rhapsody,” if Freddie Mercury had just recorded himself saying “guitar solo goes here” where Brian May’s shredding currently is. Later, the song mutates yet again into what sounds like a live acoustic demo, featuring Lamar ad-libbing imaginary back-up singers and crowd sounds. Two minutes and 30 seconds in, the groove disappears, a child sings a jingle about Compton, and the tempo resets for a whole different Lamar rap. But in the form it’s in now, a hit it shall likely not become.
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It’s possible to imagine a version of that song as a hit, booming from car windows in summertime as America learns to say “no, no-no-no” in the exact cadence Lamar does. King Richard Is an Unconventional Sports Biopic David Sims
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