I’m sure there was some other distraction. Honestly, after MM…Food I slowly tuned out and didn’t really keep up with the subsequent MF DOOM releases. From “Beef Rap”: I suggest you change your diet / It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it / Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease / It ain’t no starting back once arteries start to squeeze. I remember being a little skeptical of the idea of a food-themed DOOM album, but mainly I had faith that he could pull it off, and of course he did. Produced by DOOM himself, it felt like the official sequel to Operation: Doomsday. Madlib’s beats-which he apparently made using a cheap SP-303 sampler, a tape deck, and some records-were warm and gritty, providing the perfect soundscape for DOOM’s clever yet thoughtful lyrics.
Everything about the Madvillainy album exceeded our expectations. Madvillain was the duo made up of DOOM and Madlib. Then the Madvillainy album dropped and obliterated us. The beats were inventive and the wordplay was refreshing.
“Mission accomplished,” my ego said.ĭown the rabbit hole we went, consuming all the DOOM we could find. Don’s reaction was overwhelmingly positive. “Man, you gotta hear this!” As the music played, I stared at his face like a weirdo, eagerly awaiting his reaction. Later that day, Don and I sat in my Honda Civic. So Mark gave me the knowledge, and now it was mine to give. After a hiatus and apparently being homeless for a while, Zev Love X reemerged as MF DOOM, concealing his face with a metal mask, vowing revenge on the music industry. KMD disbanded after Zev’s brother, DJ Subroc, was killed and Elektra Records dropped them due to their album art being too controversial. Born Daniel Dumile, DOOM was formerly in the group KMD under the name Zev Love X. Mark’s recommendations never missed, and deserved much more than a dismissive, “Yeah, I’ll check that out.” Mark briefed me on MF DOOM’s background. How did I get here? My good friend Mark introduced me to MF DOOM. You did the research, you did the work, maybe you spent the money, and now you get the credit. The sweet satisfaction of introducing someone to an album was an earned experience. My first thought was that I couldn’t wait to let my friend Don hear this. A whole world of greatness was ahead of me. Not only a great album, but a great artist an artist that had a back catalog of albums that I had yet to hear.
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Back then, if an album was good enough, it could last a full six months in steady rotation. You know, one of those you leave in the stereo for weeks.
That’s all I needed to hear to know that this would be one of those albums. The rhymes continued: Ay caramba -Oh shit! Was that a Bart Simpson reference?- On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen / They act like their monkey ass can heal back like Wolverine . Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain / Who don’t give a flying fuck who ain’t not feelin’ him. When the rhymes started, though, I was hooked: V. The drums sounded a little clean-not as gritty as I was hoping, but that’s OK. I was just getting over an obsession with Ghostface Killah ’s Supreme Clientele album, which also began with a sample from a Marvel cartoon. Immediately, I was sucked in by the intro which sampled an old Spiderman cartoon. I ripped the wrapping off the CD and popped it in my CD player. In my possession was the new MF DOOM (as Viktor Vaughn ) album, Vaudeville Villain. O-section If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then Cell number seventeen, up under the top bunk I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime Get out my face, askin' ‘bout my case, need toothpaste Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get mentadent And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness Real mens mind their own business That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch How come I hold the microphone double-clutch C.O.I was sitting in my car outside the CD Warehouse (or Sound Warehouse or Warehouse Records I forget) circa 2003. On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til I'm back where my brother went, that's what my tomb will say Right above my government Dumile Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say? I wrote this one in B.C.
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