RAP
Kevin Federline, "Playing With Fire" (Reincarnate) | Kevin
Federline is eager to be known as something besides the former
dancer for Justin Timberlake, Pink and Britney Spears who somehow
won La Brit's heart and has since been busy reproducing with her and
making gossip-column headlines for his loutish behavior. He is, he
would have us know, an artiste. So what is his primary
lyrical concern throughout his Britney-financed debut? How cool he
is because he's married to a filthy-rich superstar, a subject that
permeates all of his raps, and which is interrupted only by his
other favorite themes: how much he loves to party and how hard life
is in the media glare.
"All these model chicks wanna do me / Tabloids tried to screw
me," he boasts/whines in "America's Most Hated," doing his best
to imitate Snoop Dogg's laconic drawl. "Who told this bastard
that he can't rap? / I got 50 mil / I can do whatever I want!"
Yes, K-Fed, that may be the case, though even Britney was
probably smart enough to impose a pre-nuptial agreement, so we can
argue how much of that cash is really yours. Not tripping over your
tongue is not the same as being a good rapper, and Federline's
hollow, tedious talk of his allegedly hardcore past (he could invite
the ladies to "dance with a pimp" while "holding a blunt" and
carrying a "Glock" in his pants) combine with the bargain-basement
imitation West Coast g-funk grooves to make this disc the silliest
parody of gangsta rap since the 1993 film "CB4," the "This Is Spinal
Tap" of the genre. Only K-Fed ain't kidding, which makes things even
more pathetic.
ROCK
The Who, "Endless Wire" (Universal Republic) |
It may not seem fair to harp on the diminishing sonic wallop of
what's left of the Who: Keith Moon and John Entwistle are gone, and
we can debate whether the band should continue without them, or we
can listen to what Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey are giving us
now, on the first new Who album in 24 years. But then ol' Pete opens
the disc with a song called "Fragments" that cops the famous synth
riff and opening guitar chord of "Baba O'Riley" -- not to mention
packaging the album as a two-disc set, with the second CD comprising
live performances of four Who classics in a sleeve duplicating "Live
at Leeds" but crossing out that locale and penciling in "Lyon" --
and it seems as if the band's auteur is begging comparisons.So,
alright, Mr. Townshend: "Endless Wire" is a better album than 1982's
"farewell" effort "It's Hard." But that's hardly saying much, and it
sure ain't as good as anything recorded before Moon's death in 1978.
The first half is a collection of nine varied tunes, some more
successful than others: "Fragments" and "Mike Post Theme" are fair
approximations of old-school Who bombast and grandeur, but
Townshend's Tom Waits imitation on "In the Ether" is unlistenable,
and he's way too heavy-handed with his philosophizing lyrics in "A
Man in A Purple Dress" (a rant against hypocrisy inspired by Mel
Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ") and the dragging "God Speaks
of Marty Robbins" (which imagines The Man Upstairs rushing to finish
creation so He can listen to the country crooner.) It's never been
easy to follow Townshend's grand conceptualizing, but this is the
sort of thing that makes you wonder if he's been putting us on the
whole time.
Ditto the second half of the disc, 10 tunes that comprises the
mini-opera "Wire & Glass," which is based on Townshend's
Web-published novella, The Boy Who Heard Music, and which
sorta tells the story of the rise of a struggling rock band,
interspersed with Pete's familiar riffs about the transformative
nature of technology and the spiritual power of music. Again, there
are bits that bring to mind the Who of yore -- the rollicking "Pick
Up the Peace" and the giddy "We Got a Hit" -- but like all of the
band's attempts at rock opera, the good songs would have been better
on their own, without the grand conceit and pointless filler, and
the same was true of "Tommy."
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss? Not quite. And at the
end of the day, the minor pleasures here aren't enough to win over
any listener who isn't a Who diehard, and they will hardly rank on
the list of the group's most significant contributions when the Who
is finally no more.