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MM . . FOOD?
(RHYMESAYERS)
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A former prodigy turned long-time profligate turned prolific shape-shifter (this is his third album and label of 2004, but the only one filed under his "real" alias), MF Doom is the underground rapper of the year on biographic detail alone. Luckily, his way with artistic detail befits a hip-hop anti-superhero even more dazzlingly, with incessant and unpredictable rhymes, stretched metaphors — all the glossolalia that rap aesthetes love to gobble. Yet it also proves very easy to digest. Most of Doom’s self-produced tracks bob along on sleek, mid-tempo beats; his concepts are humane; and his flow is warm, plebian, and unhurried, like a cross between Ghostface and Biz Markie. If anything, this second solo joint actually goes down a tad light, fluffed up by too many bland backing tracks and instrumentals with spoken-word samples. But if Doom’s Madvillain collaboration this spring with kitchen-sink cutmaster Madlib was more spicy and satisfying, when it’s on, MM . . Food? can still speak for itself. To wit: "Today on Intense Wreck Week we have the super villain in his own defense to speak/It’s all part of my mental techniques, available to freaks, and pencil-necked geeks."
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