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The New Style
Taking stock of the latest urban music releases
By Ron Wynn
JANUARY 19, 1999:
If many old-school soul, R&B, and gospel fans have never accepted or
acknowledged urban contemporary music, they're even less interested in
hip-hop. The proliferation of "Solid Gold Soul" radio stations is but one
sign of black-music purists' continuing hostility toward contemporary
African American sounds.
Some of this sentiment is understandable: Urban and hip-hop acts have
not only made sampling an art form, they've also made it possible for
performers lacking traditional musical skills to rise to stardom. While
today's producers frequently tap classic Motown or Stax melodies for beats
and refrains, their frames of reference aren't usually the church or the
blues but rather funk, disco, reggae, or even hard rock.
Yet it's patently unfair simply to dismiss contemporary acts, or to
accuse them of willfully perverting the African American tradition. Modern
black music is far more complex, as can be heard in the latest releases
from Faith Evans, the Bad Boy stable, Jermaine Dupri, R. Kelly, Kirk
Franklin, and Fred Hammond and Radical for Christ.
Evans, the widow of the Notorious B.I.G., has lingered in the headlines
for mostly non-musical reasons: her late husband's unsolved murder, not to
mention unsavory rumors ranging from an alleged affair with Tupac Shakur
(which she steadfastly denies) to a supposed feud with Mary J. Blige. But
Evans' second solo release, Keep the Faith (Bad Boy), should shift
attention to her demure and sometimes enchanting voice. Included here are
some softly voiced romantic numbers such as "Love Like This" and "Never
Gonna Let You Go," plus upbeat message tunes like the title track and "Life
Will Pass You By."
While Evans is listed as co-executive producer, the songs bear the
trademark stamp of the ubiquitous Sean "Puffy" Combs, who offers a tepid
rap on "All Night Long." Combs brilliantly incorporates samples from "Chic
Cheer" ("Love Like This") and from Al Johnson's "I'm Back for More" ("Sunny
Days") while getting an assist from Babyface on "Never Let You Go." Even
when Evans becomes more subdued, the songs don't lose their impact, and
this disc should end speculation that she's a one-hit wonder.
The singer's dynamic vocal on "You Used to Love Me" is among 14
selections featured on the sampler Bad Boy's Greatest Hits, Vol I
(Bad Boy). The only new cut features the label's latest signee, Jerome; on
"You're Too Old for Me," his limp voice fortunately gets eclipsed by a
sample from the Average White Band's "If I Ever Lose This Heaven." The
album's best cuts, among them the Notorious B.I.G.'s "One More Chance/Stay
With Me" and "All About the Benjamins" by Puff Daddy and the Family,
display a lyric vision that's resolutely cynical about life and love. The
disc also shows that B.I.G. hasn't been replaced in the Bad Boy lineup:
Mase isn't as exciting a rapper, and other artists like The Lox, The Mad
Rapper, and Total are more production fixtures than distinctive
performers.
Jermaine Dupri's production credits are extensive, ranging from kid duos
like Kriss Kross to gangsta rappers and urban stylists. His debut as a solo
performer, Life in 1472 (So So Def), serves as a model for
everything that's both right and wrong about current black music. On the
plus side, he gets assistance from a host of hip-hop and urban luminaries,
among them Nas, Jay-Z, DMX, Da Brat, Usher, and Mariah Carey. He expertly
weaves their contributions into a montage of surging beats, interlaced
samples, and his own decent, if often exceedingly vulgar, rhymes and
raps.
What's sorely missing here is thematic variety: Virtually every song
except "Sweetheart" celebrates the "playa's" life and Dupri's status as
hitmaker of the moment. His constant need to reaffirm his skills and his
lyrical obsession with pimping make too many cuts sound like reworkings of
songs by Too $hort (another guest contributor) rather than fresh takes on
street life.
It's been almost five years since Chicago vocalist Robert "R." Kelly
became an R&B sensation with his steamy 12 Play album. Since then,
he's gained fame for songs so salacious and sexually explicit that some
consider them pornography. His newest, R (Zomba), a two-disc effort
containing 28 compositions written, arranged, and produced by Kelly, is
amazingly erratic. Nonetheless, tunes like "Ghetto Queen," "Home Alone,"
and the bawdy "Dollar Bill," on which Foxy Brown out-vamps Kelly, are
lyrically entertaining and musically inventive.
Other tracks, particularly collaborations with Cam'Ron, Noreaga, Jay-Z,
Vegas Cats ("We Ride"), and the ever-present Nas ("Money Makes the World Go
Round"), simply offer more "boyz in the hood" rhetoric, delivered in rote,
leaden fashion. At its best, hip-hop teaches, preaches, and exhorts on
behalf of folks frequently ignored or dismissed by mainstream culture; at
its worst, it turns those same people into stereotypes and
caricatures--which is exactly what happens on these tracks. R could
have been a masterpiece single disc, but instead it's a flawed, bloated
double set that requires considerable digging to find the gems.
Kirk Franklin and Fred Hammond face a different kind of battle for
acceptance than the urban and hip-hop types; both are frontliners trying to
broaden gospel's appeal by using hip-hop production and electric
instruments. Response from gospel audiences has ranged from distrust in
some quarters to outright resistance in others: Last year, when Franklin's
"Stomp" became a hit with urban and R&B audiences, it was far from an
across-the-board hit in traditional gospel circles.
In fact, Franklin got such strong negative reaction that he's still
responding to it. In interviews for his latest release, The Nu Nation
Project (Gospo Centric), and throughout his new autobiography Church
Boy (Word), he lashes out at what he considers the church
establishment's intolerance and hypocrisy. Franklin also defends his use of
secular artists on his albums, and he publicly maintains a warm friendship
with R. Kelly, among others.
The Nu Nation Project doesn't boast any single as transcendent or
affirming as "Stomp," but "Lean on Me" includes solid, if unexceptional,
guest contributions from Mary J. Blige, U2's Bono, and R. Kelly. The real
star is Rance Allen, the fiery, flamboyant vocalist who enjoyed similar
crossover appeal during the late '60s and early '70s. Allen still possesses
a bombastic voice and immense range, and he smoothly accommodates his
frenetic delivery to Franklin's less masterful style on "Something About
the Name Jesus."
Franklin wrote or cowrote most of the numbers, and he also sings, raps,
and plays piano here. He's neither a great musician nor a great vocalist,
yet his persona and spirit keep everything moving. His arrangements mirror
those of Rev. James Cleveland: They prevent lead singers from being
overwhelmed while providing sizzling, energetic support.
Fred Hammond, who plays electric bass in his group, Radical for Christ,
is as gifted an arranger as Franklin and also a better vocalist. Though his
outfit hasn't ruffled as many feathers as Franklin's, they've been every
bit as willing to experiment on their albums, as borne out by their latest
two-disc set, Pages of Life Chapters I & II (Verity/Zomba).
The 29 selections include the exuberant praise songs "I Wanna Know Your
Ways" and "Glory to Glory to Glory," inspirational message tunes such as
"All Things Are Working," and the testimonials "Jesus Is All" and "He's
God." At times, the musical tapestry includes surging rock guitar, reggae
beats, and rap; at others, soaring choral harmonies or impassioned vocals
enrich the mix. While Radical for Christ lacks a superstar lead singer like
Tramaine Hawkins or an esteemed spiritual personality like Shirley Caesar,
they are a supremely emphatic ensemble, wonderfully supervised and guided
by Hammond.
There's no question that honking R&B, deep soul, and golden age gospel
are wonderful parts of the African American heritage. But those who dismiss
newer sounds are living in a vacuum and ignoring another important African
American music tradition: expanding past innovations. Jermaine Dupri, R.
Kelly, Kirk Franklin, and others deserve, within the established African
American musical community, the same reception their predecessors have
enjoyed. Without it, they'll continue to encounter the double-barreled
oppression that has always plagued black artists who try to divert the
mainstream.

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