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| Name: DJ Sho Nuff (Posted: 5/23/2007 12:47:00 PM)
Comment: Alchemist and Prodigy are back at it again with “Stuck On You”. Sonically, Alchemist drops a signature beat, replete with stuttering samples and slower tempo fitted for the laid back I don’t give a fuck type flow of a Prodigy. And I’ll probably sound like a moron saying this, but Alchemist somehow always finds a way to make a beat sound ominous, gloomy, tense, and uplifting all at the same time. Seems like a contradiction but I truly feel that is part of the appeal of Alchemist. For instance, Alchemist changes things up completely for the hook, which features an R&Bish sounding female voice singing “I’m stuck to you…just like glue”, allowing the more uplifting sounds come to the forefront of the beat. However, once Prodigy comes in for a verse, Alchemist switches gears and allows the tenseness and gloominess to seep in. As though the beat has it’s own bi-polar personality. Perhaps Alchemist is borrowing a page from such other musical greats as Freddie Mercury of Queen and DJ Premier of Gang Starr, both notorious for fearlessly making music, never afraid to completely change the dynamic of a song. Regardless, it makes for a unique, enjoyable listen. And it also has the other advantage of enabling Prodigy to have an R&B type joint without really having one. It’s almost like the hook is nothing more than a brief sampling of what flowers might smell like before were so suddenly thrust back into Prodigy’s chaotic world. Makes Prodigy’s verses that much more visceral and effective when juxtaposed against a poppy and sugary (well not even that poppy and sugary but perhaps for Mobb Deep) hook. |
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