Prince once sang, “All The Critics Love You In New York,” mock-celebrating the rock-crit establishment’s hive mentality. I think the bees are nesting over Big Boi’s Sir Lucious Left Foot: Son Of Chico Dusty, much as they did with Raekwon’s Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2… Sir Lucious Left Foot is a fine album, of course, but I don’t think it’s the unqualified success that many others seem it is. Everyone’s entitled to their opinion, of course. But is it an opinion, or just bandwagon-eering?
Or let me put it this way, since everyone’s so fond of Metacritic-styled ratings. Do I think it’s worth a 90, or a 9.2? No. But who knows? Maybe I’m just a contrarian that isn’t convinced of Sir Lucious Left Foot’s greatness yet.
Unfortunately, I didn’t delve into any of those issues in this essay. The concept I explored — how the Dungeon Family ethos survives, even with OutKast largely missing from scene — is a decent one, but I was frustrated by my lack of dense analysis for Big Boi’s long-delayed album. (I have a relatively strict 1000-word count for my column.) Next week’s edition will be devoted entirely to the Roots’ How I Got Over. No conceptual gimmicks.
Rap Is Not Pop: Dungeon Family’s Future
Youâ€™re forgiven for believing that Big Boiâ€™s debut album, Sir Lucious Left Foot: Son of Chico Dusty would never be released. Since Big Boi announced the project in late 2006, it has endured numerous recording sessions, several failed teaser singles, and even a label switch, from Jive (onetime home of OutKast) to Def Jam. In retrospect, four years doesnâ€™t seem like a long wait, especially when judged against a graveyard of shelved, infinitely delayed, and/or simply lost rap epics, from Dr. Dreâ€™s decade-in-the-making Detox to Black Starâ€™s rumored second album.
Sir Lucious Left Foot is symptomatic of the Dungeon Family these days: embattled, perhaps a far cry from its glory years, yet resolute. The famed collective, once centered on groundbreaking music from OutKast, Goodie Mob, and production crew Organized Noize, no longer exists as a functioning unit, at least in not any real sense, beyond one-off reunions and retrospective magazine articles. Its legacy endures, however, from the triumphant debut of Janelle Monaeâ€™s The ArchAndroid to Andre 3000â€™s fanciful remake of the Beatlesâ€™ â€œAll Together Nowâ€ for a Nike commercial that aired frequently during the 2010 NBA Playoffs.
Bug Boi first introduced Monae as part of his short-lived Purple Ribbon All-Stars, a crew that also included Killer Mike, Bubba Sparxxx, Organized Noize producer Sleepy Brown and others. Her performance on â€œLettinâ€™ Goâ€ from the 2005 compilation Got Purp Vol. 2 revealed little about the creative direction she would eventually take. Big Boi then served as an executive producer on her first EP, 2007â€™s independently released Metropolis: The Chase Suite (reissued the following year after Monae signed with Bad Boy Records), where she formally introduced herself as a cyborg in the image of Fritz Langâ€™s Expressionist dystopia Metropolis: â€œIâ€™m an alien from outer space, Iâ€™m a cyber-girl without a place, a heart or a mind.â€
I find it amusing that Monaeâ€™s urban/pop vision of artificial intelligence has entered the Zeitgeist, a meme to be appropriated by Beyonce, Erykah Badu, Christina Aguilera and others. Sheâ€™s not official Dungeon Family, but she carries its tradition of creative innovation. A direct connection can be found on OutKastâ€™s last album, 2006â€™s Idlewild, and appearances on â€œIn My Dreamsâ€ and â€œCall the Law.â€
Idlewild should have been OutKastâ€™s version of Fleetwood Macâ€™s Tusk â€“ a glorious bloated musical starring gold-grilled D-boys, funk-rock bohemians and Atlanta University Center buppies. (Check out the Morris Brown marching band on â€œMorris Brown.â€) But a niggling atmosphere of exhaustion sucked the life out of the party, from the duoâ€™s insistence on not rapping together, an unfolding â€œHollywood Divorce,â€ to Andre 3000â€™s visible annoyance with the limits of superstardom. Like most OutKast albums, Idlewild ends with a meandering Funkadelic-style jam, but â€œA Bad Noteâ€ sounded gloriously prickly and recalcitrant. â€œYou canâ€™t fumble a chord when melody is a thousand light years away,â€ sang Andre 3000. It was a celebration of nothingness, pushing imagination to its breaking point, then presenting the shards as a kind of anti-feast.
To their credit, none of the Dungeon Family has looked back, even if their solo work hearkens to the glory years of OutKastâ€™s Aquemini and Goodie Mobâ€™s Soul Food. Last year, Khujo Goodie teamed with Jneiro Jarel for Willie Iszâ€™s Georgiavania. Khujo, who possesses a country drawl and a prickly intelligence, may be the most underrated rapper in the camp. Paired with Jneiro Jarelâ€™s futuristic beat tributes to Cocteau Twins and TV on the Radio, Khujo embarked on a widely unappreciated adventure into dirty South Gothicism.
If Khujo Goodie was criminally slept on, then Goodie Mobâ€™s Cee-Lo suffered from overexposure. Forming Gnarls Barkley with producer Danger Mouse, he recorded â€œCrazy,â€ one of the past decadeâ€™s most memorable hits. It was so big, in fact, that the public ignored the duoâ€™s follow-up album, 2008â€™s The Odd Couple. It seems that people had already tired of their ecstatic retro-soul like last yearâ€™s Christmas toy. Cee-Lo is finishing a solo album set for release this fall, and itâ€™s anyone guess how it will sound, or how it will be received.
Meanwhile, Andre 3000, Dungeon Familyâ€™s undisputed shining light, wanders the musical wilderness. His hit-and-run guest spots, from his reunion with Big Boi on UGKâ€™s instant classic â€œIntâ€™l Players Anthemâ€ to outstanding verses for Jay-Zâ€™s â€œ30 Something,â€ Devin the Dudeâ€™s â€œWhat A Jobâ€ and, most recently, Ciaraâ€™s â€œRidinâ€™â€ remix, only increases our longing for a real Andre 3000 experience â€“ an album, an actual song, anything. Perhaps that explains why his fun Beatles cover feels more substantive than it actually is.
If this sounds like a plea for OutKast to return to us, then so be it. Monaeâ€™s The ArchAndroid and Big Boiâ€™s Sir Lucious Left Foot donâ€™t equal Aquemini, but theyâ€™re more than adequate consolation prizes. Sir Lucious Left Foot could even be interpreted as a sequel to the first disc of OutKastâ€™s Speakerboxxx/The Love Below. But Big Boiâ€™s musical sensibility isnâ€™t as finely tuned, and he offers some real duds, including the bland â€œhustlerâ€™sâ€ anthem â€œHustle Bloodâ€ (with Jamie Foxx) and the thin pop-punk of â€œFollow Usâ€ (with Gym Class Heroes wannabes Vonnegutt), alongside winners such as â€œShutterbuggâ€ and â€œShine Blockas.â€ Worse, excellent OutKast reunion cuts such as â€œRoyal Flush,â€ and a duet with Mary J. Blige, â€œSomethingâ€™s Gotta Give,â€ have been excised, the result of sour grapes from Jive Records when Big Boi successfully moved his project over to Def Jam.
We can only wonder what Sir Lucious Left Foot would have sounded like if it had been released as Big Boi intended. To his credit, he doesnâ€™t indulge in nostalgia, even as he asserts his continued relevance. â€œYou canâ€™t destroy what we done built,â€ he raps on the operatic â€œGeneral Patton.â€ Thereâ€™s no use trying; Dungeon Family is embedded in our culture now.