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Album Review: Kid Cudi - Man On The Moon II: The Legend of Mr Rager (Good Music/Island)
A hopping mad journey into the unknown, as hip-hop's young adventurer hacks his way to sonic pastures new
And Cudi, his ever-faithful cartographer, follows on devotedly. Ah, how easy it would’ve been to dismiss ‘Man On The Moon II’ as another cobbled-together plot-staller of a rap album ‘trilogy’ – the latest clichéd hip-hop formula for guaranteed repeat sales, next best to getting shot. Cudi fitted the profile perfectly: he’s a protégé of Kanye West who racked up a US Top Five debut album with ‘Man On The Moon: The End Of Day’ last year.
He featured on ‘The Blueprint 3’ and perhaps learnt a trick or two about churning out ‘franchise albums’ from the master of the form: cut ’em quick, stack ’em high and slap on the guest stars like fake tan on a WAG.
But his collaborations with MGMT and Ratatat on his debut hinted that Cudi might be the first big-selling rap act of the new millennium to adopt a truly alternative mindset. Where modern rap has effortlessly adopted cinematic, pop, soul and hard rock elements, Cudi looked like he might be the first to successfully leap the indie/rap divide (Lethal Bizzle showing up on a Kaiser Chiefs song doesn’t count) and produce hip-hop with the adventurous, lo-fi attitude of an Animal Collective or Foals. And ‘The Legend Of Mr Rager’ is where that promise is made good. This is a grungy, filthy record full of angels and demons, violently at odds with mainstream US R&B chart pap. And it might just be the next-generation rap record of the year.
Yes, there is an appearance from Kanye, but it’s on ‘Erase Me’, a full-on geek rock smash with such a Weezerish chug that you imagine Yeezy invading the stage at the 2011 Oscars, grabbing the Scott Pilgrim Best Picture award from Edgar Wright and declaring, “Man, I invented this shit!” Yes, there’s a guest slot from a woman so ubiquitous in modern rap that even her closest relatives now call her ‘Featuring Mary J Blige’, but it is on ‘These Worries’, where tribal thumps and submarine pings descend upon vocals so haunting they sound like sinister rituals. If Kid Cudi suddenly becomes a demonically brilliant guitar player with 12-inch fingers and a fretboard of flame, it’s probably from performing this tune at some sort of crossroads.
Elsewhere the Cee Lo-featuring ‘Scott Mescudi Vs The World’ mixes junkyard beats with ghost-train wails and Philly strings; ‘REVOFEV’ is ’60s Stones playing Northern soul classics in Wookey Hole; and ‘Wild’n Cuz Im Young’ combines krautrock throbs and Tetris blips to create something insanely catchy yet as radio-friendly as root canal surgery. Mr Rager’s journey takes us far off US hip-hop’s interstates of gloss and sheen down dirt tracks: the (no shitting) psychedelic gothtronica of ‘The Mood’ resembles Depeche Mode if they’d ever been on an ayahuasca bender in the rainforest, while ‘Marijuana’, rather than the snoozy spliff-hop you might expect from a Snoop track with that title, is full of the jittery paranoia of the worst acid-skunk nightmare. Such is the mainstream-bucking experimentation and innovation on display here.
In ‘The End’, Mr Rager brings us safely back to homely gin’n’juice lounge rap. But it’s been a wild trip. We’ve glimpsed ancient wonders and glistening possibilities and met, in Kid Cudi, the man to push mainstream hip-hop into a dazzling new realm of sonic exploration. Whenever Mr Rager sets off on his next adventure we’re ready, musical machetes in hand, to follow him into the undergrowth…
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