Every time I think redundancy is a bad thing, I keep coming back (and back and back and back – who am I, Chris Berman?) to the evocative, post-underground stylings of Jay Electronica, specifically the incredible Exhibit C.
With his authoritative baritone placing him somewhere between Scarface and Rakim aesthetically, the content is reminiscent of. . .well, nobody. His native New Orleans sound is defined by a smooth complexity; an El-P apocalypse meets Jay Dilla soul, flipped with the ethos of DJ Premier.
While Jay’s hip-hop-is-not-dead-but-dont-call-it-rap milieu is shrouded in visually verbal similies & metaphors, the content is thick throughout. . .and keeps me coming back for more, more and MORE.