Sage Francis - A Healthy Distrust - 2005
Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2005 9:58 am
Sage Francis - A Healthy Distrust - 2005
Tacklist:
1. The Buzz Kill
2. Sea Lion
3. Gunz Yo
4. Escape Artist
5. Product Placement
6. Voice Mail Bomb Threat
7. Dance Monkey
8. Sun Vs Moon
9. Agony In Her Body
10. Crumble
11. Ground Control
12. Lie Detector Test
13. Bridle
14. Slow Down Gandhi
15. Jah Didn't Kill Johnny
16. Slow Down Gandhi (clean version)
17. Slow Down Gandhi (a capella)
Sage Francis is to indie hip-hop what Rage Against the Machine was to alternative rock, a full frontal ambi-political rush that turns its voice man into a deified performer with legions of impressionable youths hanging on his every word. Think Sage doesn't want it that way? Check the corporate rock whore American flag he donned at last year's Coachella festival, greasy heair shaved off like Colonel Kurts scrawling scrawling, "Drop the bomb. Kill Them all!"
Francis' distrust is warranted, and writing this review two days after an election is a sure way to twist your head around. Especially when he declares, "I know that only stupid people increase the birthrates/I'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank," on "Gunz Yo." It's enough to make you want to wring your hands, and if you're over 25, then expect to find yourself peering at your old teen angst like some sort of barely remembered dream. If you're under 25, then be prepared to have your non-voting ass checked.
Sage Francis began rapping when he was 8 years old. Hidden in a closet in his parents' Rhode Island home, he’d rhyme into a cheap tape recorder for hours on end. By age 12 he was sneaking out to battle other Providence emcees, entering talent contests and learning the finer points of showmanship, if not the sizeable advantage that, well, size offers where confrontation is concerned. The kid had a calling, and he wasn’t going to let anything—shitty equipment, stature, homework—slow his roll. Today, at 27, the man has a reputation. Several, actually. You might know him simply as a battle emcee or a spoken word poet. Heart-draining confessionalist or Old School revivalist. Political dissident, DIY business expert, friend, asshole, or one-time ice cream server. Hell, you might even know him as hip-hop’s doom. Or the art form’s redemption, for that matter. Sage Francis is many things to many people—and probably even more to himself—but if there’s anything he isn’t, it’s quiet.
Tacklist:
1. The Buzz Kill
2. Sea Lion
3. Gunz Yo
4. Escape Artist
5. Product Placement
6. Voice Mail Bomb Threat
7. Dance Monkey
8. Sun Vs Moon
9. Agony In Her Body
10. Crumble
11. Ground Control
12. Lie Detector Test
13. Bridle
14. Slow Down Gandhi
15. Jah Didn't Kill Johnny
16. Slow Down Gandhi (clean version)
17. Slow Down Gandhi (a capella)
Sage Francis is to indie hip-hop what Rage Against the Machine was to alternative rock, a full frontal ambi-political rush that turns its voice man into a deified performer with legions of impressionable youths hanging on his every word. Think Sage doesn't want it that way? Check the corporate rock whore American flag he donned at last year's Coachella festival, greasy heair shaved off like Colonel Kurts scrawling scrawling, "Drop the bomb. Kill Them all!"
Francis' distrust is warranted, and writing this review two days after an election is a sure way to twist your head around. Especially when he declares, "I know that only stupid people increase the birthrates/I'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank," on "Gunz Yo." It's enough to make you want to wring your hands, and if you're over 25, then expect to find yourself peering at your old teen angst like some sort of barely remembered dream. If you're under 25, then be prepared to have your non-voting ass checked.
Sage Francis began rapping when he was 8 years old. Hidden in a closet in his parents' Rhode Island home, he’d rhyme into a cheap tape recorder for hours on end. By age 12 he was sneaking out to battle other Providence emcees, entering talent contests and learning the finer points of showmanship, if not the sizeable advantage that, well, size offers where confrontation is concerned. The kid had a calling, and he wasn’t going to let anything—shitty equipment, stature, homework—slow his roll. Today, at 27, the man has a reputation. Several, actually. You might know him simply as a battle emcee or a spoken word poet. Heart-draining confessionalist or Old School revivalist. Political dissident, DIY business expert, friend, asshole, or one-time ice cream server. Hell, you might even know him as hip-hop’s doom. Or the art form’s redemption, for that matter. Sage Francis is many things to many people—and probably even more to himself—but if there’s anything he isn’t, it’s quiet.
.... Si albumul Personal Journals e bun dar asta park a sarit peste tot ce a facut pana acum.... mult peste 
reviews: 
