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Kendrick Lamar, "Untitled, Unmastered" (Interscope)
Not bad for a bunch of leftovers — not bad at all. In this era of surprise album releases, Lamar dropped his latest project with little advance notice.
He billed it on Twitter as "Demos from 'To Pimp a Butterfly.' In Raw Form. Unfinished. Untitled. Unmastered." That's a pretty accurate summation of the eight-track, 34-minute album.
In the recent tradition of Kanye West's "The Life of Pablo," works in progress are all the rage in hip-hop. West's album was shuffled, resequenced and retitled so many times it became news long before it was put up for sale. Similarly, "Untitled, Unmastered" is presented as an unfinished work, though it rarely sounds like one.
The sessions for Lamar's 2015 album, "To Pimp a Butterfly," yielded these demos, some of which have been performed live, and they're drawn from the same stew of jazz, funk, soul, spoken word and avant-garde music that permeated that acclaimed release. The tracks favor upright bass, skittering drums and horn textures as much as loops and samples. Lamar employs a range of vocalists, from SZA and CeeLo Green, to augment his typically dense, diamond-hard rhymes.
Visions of apocalypse explode the bedroom rap that opens "Untitled 1": "Valleys and high places turn into dust / Famous screaming in agony." There will be a worldwide cleansing, Lamar's narrator warns, and it will sound like a Barry White record gone haywire.
In "Untitled 3," Lamar's narrator recounts conversations with four people from different cultures about how they interact with the world while flutes trill and an eager chorus of voices presses the master storyteller for details. Each person's truth is different from the others. Lamar sees his relationship with the "white man" as strictly defined by economics of the most parasitic and exploitive sort: "Tellin' me that he sellin' me just for $10.99 / If I go platinum from rappin', I do the company fine."
Contrasting moods swap places and collide. Whereas "Untitled 04" offers education as a guiding light amid conspiratorial whispers, "Untitled 05" marks a descent into hopelessness over a driving bass line and floating saxophone lines. Its darkness spreads like a fresh pool of blood on a sidewalk as Lamar channels the voice of an outsider who "used to go to church and talk to God" but now realizes "hollow tips is all I got."