Outkast – Speakerboxxx/The Love Below

OutkastSpeakerboxxx/The Love Below (La Face/Arista)

Maybe the thought of Outkast breaking up isn’t such a sad notion after all…as long as they keep packaging their solo albums together.

By going their own ways and recording two solo albums under the Outkast name, Andre 3000 and Big Boi have again done what no one thought they could do—shatter the boundaries of hip-hop. No—forget about hip-hop, Outkast have conquered popular music as we know it, standing on the sublime plateau of genius next to Radiohead, the Beatles, Miles Davis, Johnny Cash, and every other genre-revolutionizing artist in recent history. On previous efforts, Andre 3000’s eccentric personality and Big Boi’s knack for party-bumpin’ beats balanced each other out, resulting in a slightly-deranged but incredibly fun catalogue, each album a giant leap over the last. Here, each party takes things as far as they want, each disc the polar opposite of the other.

The Love Below, Andre 3000’s album, almost entirely eschews hip-hop in favor of an exotic blend of styles—soul, jazz, breakbeat, funk—coming away with a warped impression of Prince or George Clinton at times. Andre’s work is certainly the more eclectic of the two; ranging from the strip-club bounce of “Spread” to the collaboration with Norah Jones, “Take Off Your Cool,” a beautiful jazz-folk number that features each of their distinctive voices melting into one. Its subject matter is narrow—relationships, love, one-night stands—and the lyrics sometimes jump off the cliff into absurdity, but consider this: Andre 3000 can get away with it because he is hip-hop’s answer to Frank Zappa.

Now, I’m not by any means saying that Speakerboxxx, Big Boi’s disc, is a walk through normalcy. It’s just that Big Boi stays on a similar line as Outkast’s old material. The beats here are explosive, he’s a very able lyricist and the collaborations are just right. The songs keep such a raucous energy despite the odd nature of the music and its unique timbres, rhythms, and time signatures.

On Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, both Andre and Big Boi find the greatest success with their respective first singles. “Hey Ya” is saturated with pure pop energy, an overwhelming track that attacks your ears in much the same way “B.O.B.” did on Stankonia. “Ghettomusick” has the tightest beat on either album, which eventually breaks into an old jazz sample and re-emerges on the other side.

The journey through each album is an exciting one—hilarious at times, captivating at others, and almost entirely frustrating in its spirit. Outkast have managed to raise the bar yet again. In the coming years, the only foreseeable threat to Andre and Big Boi are Andre and Big Boi themselves. Should they decide to go their separate ways for good, they’ll have already given us more then what we could ask for—including the comfort that even without each other, Outkast have the game beat.

Rufus Wainwright – Want One

Rufus WainwrightWant One (Dreamworks)

If Rufus Wainwright’s last album was all about addictions, poses and obsessions with sex and boys and beauty, then his new release takes those themes, adds more strings, and adds one more obsession for good measure: love. Both in concert and on his records Wainwright is the past and present king of the Grand Sweeping Gesture. Want One is no exception; about halfway through “Oh What A World” we suddenly realize that we are listening to a plaintive reinterpretation of Ravel’s “Bolero.” (This is something that only Wainwright could get away with—despite the way it sounds on paper it doesn’t feel like a gimmick. It is, in fact, quite stunning in its excecution.)

The thing about gestures, though, is unless there’s some real emotion behind them, they are, well, empty. While Wainwright has flirted with this reality in the past (“The Consort,” from Poses was a song…about…a movie?) this collection of songs has the emotional angst to temper the score. He is still singing wistfully about “pretty things” and “rebel angels,” but this album also contains one of the loveliest songs ever written about cell phones: “Vibrate.” The song is also an example of another theme on the album: age. He is getting older. He cannot “dance like Britney Spears,” he is “getting on in years.” References to, of all things, electroclash and karaoke, give way to a spirit which is not at all tongue-in-cheek: “God knows what all these new drugs do / I guessed to have no more fears / but still I always end up in tears.” By the time he sings “Call me,” it feels more like an honest plea than a wink.

The title track exemplifies the mood of the album. After musing about his parents and referencing John Lithgow and Jane Curtin (huh?) he closes the song by placing himself in an airport, having packed his passport and feeling quite lost. He asks “Tell me, will you make me sad or happy / and will you settle for love?”

Want One is the sound of a man who is lost and bewildered by love and age and modern life. Rumor has it that there will be a Want Two. It’s impossible to imagine what more he could want or how he will follow this up, but if it sounds as good as this, let’s hope he keeps the map of the emotional terrain he’s opened intact.

What I Like about the Romantics

The RomanticsWhen the Romantics’ publicist invited us to review the band’s new album by name-dropping the White Stripes, we weren’t quite as excited as, say, getting our preview copy of Elephant. So I would be lying if I didn’t admit to accepting with every intention of making at least one completely stupid pun on “What I Like About You.” This then is my apology for snickering at the Romantics’ comeback story.

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