The raps might never be the focal point of a Gangrene project – Alc and Oh never embarrass themselves on the mic, but neither cough up mind-boggling 16s, either. Perhaps consequently, the songs here are not so much coherent stories as they are tag-teamed jumbles of merely passable one-liners. A sampling of the kind of lyricism we get here: “Boy, brace yourself/Your dentist’s wack,” “I up the echelon whenever I etch a song,” etc. These guys string together some decent flows all right, but it takes the slicker guest MCs (Roc Marciano, Prodigy, among others) to breathe much life into the album lyrically.
As a result, the real treat here is the production. It’s hard to tell which member had a bigger hand in putting the album together, but that‘s of little importance anyway, because it feeds off atmosphere rather than Alc’s or Oh’s idiosyncrasies. With the only caprice being the hard-knocking, piano-powered “Do Work”, the beats here tend to be swathed in buttery bass lines, spacey psych-rock guitar samples, and obscure dialogue from archaic-sounding TV shows, plus dozens of other subtle textures. (Make no mistake: This is a headphones album through and though.) Gangrene plies a weirded- and weeded-out aesthetic that, when done well, can make a listener want to spend hours with nothing else, and it’s done resoundingly well here, especially on “Gladiator Music“ and “Gang Groove“. Take Vodka and Ayahuasca as a testament to these guys’ long-acquired mastery of their craft, even as the rhymes are generally less than striking.
Essential Tracks: “Gladiator Music”, “Do Work”, and “Gang Groove”