Lupe Fiasco: Samurai Album Overview

Towards the tip of The Final Samurai, Helen DeWitt’s 2000 novel a few single mom and son bouncing across the poverty line because the latter searches for an appropriate father determine, that son has a dialog with an excellent however tough pianist. “Why don’t you make a CD?” the son asks. The pianist replies: “Nobody would purchase the sort of factor I’d prefer to placed on a CD and I can’t afford to make a CD that nobody will purchase.” The Final Samurai is hailed by critics and bought effectively over 100,000 copies. However on account of contract math that will make Q-Tip blush, DeWitt ended up owing her writer cash. Earlier than lengthy, the guide fell out of print. Within the many years since, DeWitt’s fiction has targeted on the fabric lives of artists as they battle to navigate capitalism and psychological collapse.

As soon as an ascendant pop star and demanding darling with a seemingly clear trajectory, Lupe Fiasco has seen his profession has develop equally tangled within the final 15 years. For the reason that public feud between him and his former label, Atlantic, over his third album, 2011’s Lasers, Lupe has remained practically A-list by fame, however with plummeting chart positions that recommend an viewers segmented from the rap mainstream. He’s spoken incessantly and eloquently about not solely the enterprise trivialities that has difficult his decision-making, however the methods hip-hop—and music writ massive—is devalued in comparison with so-called effective artwork. (“If I need to learn the following guide by Helen DeWitt, I can simply write it, and browse it, after which write one other one,” the Final Samurai creator instructed The Believer in 2012. “Painters do this and no person objects.”)

Samurai, which arrives virtually two years to the day after Lupe’s eighth album, Drill Music in Zion, has lots in frequent with that challenge: It’s produced fully by longtime collaborator Soundtrakk, skews jazzy and subdued, and is slight (even slighter, in actual fact, at simply half-hour). Its title was impressed by a second in Asif Kapadia’s 2015 Amy Winehouse documentary by which the late singer leaves a voice message for producer Salaam Remi describing herself as a samurai battle rapper. For Lupe, the metaphor appears tidy: a motivated grasp working in relative isolation, honing a blade.

The album is conspicuously breezy. Lupe’s singing voice, a staple of his type way back to The Cool, has solely grown extra pliable: See the way in which he strikes between cadences and harmonies on the hook and verses of “Palaces,” every neatly formed and punctiliously rendered. Elsewhere he flits, with out obvious effort, between different modes of technical wizardry, just like the staccato syllable latticework that clothes up pedestrian writing on the second verse of “No. 1 Headband” or the passage on “Mumble Rap” that begins with the road, “With a mode just like driving round on the lookout for an arrest to withstand.” It feels as if there’s some nice, centrifugal drive pushing down on the center of every bar.

And but this musical ease appears at deliberate odds with the torture Lupe describes, in first- and third-person, of making an attempt to hack a profession within the arts. There are the reveals the place the “entrance row the one row” (“Bigfoot”); there’s the road on “Outdoors” the place he says, “My enterprise bone is related to my ethics”—defiant from one angle, quixotic from one other. Lupe lapses out and in of Amy Winehouse portraiture, and when he raps, on nearer “Til Eternity,” a few beehive that “survived in a wreck,” it’s each a reference to her signature coiffure and a metaphor that echos those he introduces earlier on the album. “We expect we’re fortresses, made from stone,” he croons on “Palaces,” “however we’re simply palaces made out of flesh and bone.” Regardless of the loftiness of “palace,” he presents this fragility with out romance—or at the least, with full data of the forces conspiring to puncture it at each go.