After a prolific period in the early
'00s, DOOM has become one of those artists who releases full albums
so rarely that each one can't help but feel like a major event. Even
setting aside the long promised collaboration with Ghostface Killah
and the follow-up to Madvillainy,
it's already going on four years since DOOM released a proper album
of his own. For now, Key To The Kuffs
is as close as we'll get. Expectations may have been unreasonably
high for something that was more casually and rapidly finished than
almost any DOOM project ever, but this doesn't change how muddled and
just-below-standards the actual product is.
Produced
by Jneiro Jarel, the collaboration dubbed JJ DOOM is the kind of DOOM
record you can set your watch to. It's almost like a sampler platter
of everything DOOM records have done in the past but without the same
spark of inspiration and originality. The general British theme of
the whole project was apparently inspired by DOOM's troubles with
returning to the U.S. due to visa problems after a 2010 U.K. tour
(not to mention, he was born there and has many fans/collaborators
from that country) yet this theme isn't as focused as the food theme
of MM..Food or the
monster movie samples that unified the underrated King Geedorah
project. Just as the production and rhymes aren't as good as past
DOOM records, this attempt at a unified theme is hampered by the fact
that it's been done before, and done better.
Lest
this whole thing degenerate into a compare-and-contrast bitch fest,
let me just skip to the chase and say that Key To The
Kuffs
is worthy of hanging in there with DOOM's impressive discography even
if it isn't one of the highlights. If you're a fan of the
Supervillain, you'll enjoy this record. Jneiro Jarel's production
leans on programmed beats and electronic flourishes, recalling the
best moments of the Viktor Vaughn records while also having its own
feel. As I'm not familiar with his work outside of JJ DOOM, I can't
speak to how much he brought to this project, except to say that he's
as good a fit as Danger Mouse but not the dream team match-up of
Madvillain. Meanwhile, DOOM's rhymes can
be as sharp as ever, they just aren't always.
I don't think this is a case of, “hey, at this point in his career,
we're so used to him that a lot of this stuff can feel like he's
going through the motions even if he isn't.” Indeed, I'd only
nominate 'Guv'nor' and 'Bite The Thong' from this album to go down in
history with DOOM's career highlights.
Despite the attempt at a unifying theme and production style, JJ DOOM
ends up being the most schizophrenic and least satisfying project in
DOOM's discography. I want to love it but that's not the same as
actually loving it. To put it another way, whenever I listen
to it, I do genuinely enjoy it...then when I sit down to collect my
thoughts, I only remember flaws and things that bug me. The most
egregious problem is that the record starts off so strongly and
shrugs to a close. On first listen, you'd be forgiven for thinking
Key To The Kuffs is brilliant, charging out of the gate as it
does with a classic DOOM-style one-two punch of an opening
instrumental that sets the tone followed by a commanding track with
DOOM letting loose in peak form...but then the album ends with a
tossed off one-two punch of the forgettable “could've gone anywhere
on the album” instrumental 'Viberian Sun, Pt. II' and the mediocre
'Wash Your Hands.' The latter of which doesn't even feel like a
proper closing song until the last 45 seconds of the track are
abruptly highjacked by vocal samples in an attempt to tie the whole
record together.
We
had to wait so many years for a new DOOM full length and what we got
wasn't so much the next version of Madvillainy
(or
even Born Like
This)
as it is a fun but casual record that doesn't dim the reputations of
JJ or DOOM but does nothing to brighten them, either. Key To The Kuffs throws
you for a loop because it starts out so strongly, seeming to have a
sense of flow and purpose, and then peters to a close as carelessly
as a free mixtape download. Again, perhaps my expectations do
continue to color my perspective; after all, I do like
this record when all is said and done, and I've listened to it off
and on since its release. It's just that what I wanted was a full
dinner and what I got instead was someone trying to pass off soup and
salad as a meal. And while I'm no longer certain DOOM is hungry (in
the 'rap game' sense of being hungry), I
sure am.
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