Tuesday, December 10, 2002

48. "dead nigga blvd. (pt. 1)," me'shell ndegeocello
"you sell your soul like you sell a piece of ass ... just 'cause civil rights is law doesn't mean that we all are fine/tell me, are you free?" leave it to me'shell to drop science when we need it most. on her fourth, most challenging, and finest full-length, the brilliant cookie: the anthropological mixtape, ndegeocello makes the personal political and the reverse as well. "blvd." takes her fellow persons of color to task, sampling dick gregory, and asking the questions that it seems no one in popular music is these days. that she does it all to a hellaciously funky slowburn of her own bassline (along with someone credited as "b." on "chocolate spaceship keys") just makes it all the more impressive. increasingly, with her combination of politics and sex and funk like two-week-old gym socks, it's looking like it might be me'shell who's this generation's george clinton. think about that for a hot minute, y'all.

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