Extended Play
label: scribe

producers: andrew stephens, mark the 45 king, dj rpm, scribe, b.d.p.

year of release: 2002
 
This is as truly self made as it can be. With the CD being burned himself, the cover even drawn himself, the only thing that The Scribe didn't do himself is some of the beats. Although that is actually a rather important aspect of an album, with five out of the nine tracks also being produced by the man, this truly is a self made effort. And it sometimes asks for an effort to fully decipher and get with it. Because Scribe is one of the off beat-quick-flow talking about personal matters type rhyming cats. That then demands your attention and thinking along, rather than giving you a moment of entertaining distraction. Cause distractions will prevent you from following the full message, while at the same time, sometimes the tediousness of this record, has you welcome anything that just stands out.

tracklisting
1. Yarn
2. Dead Babies
3. Bittersweet
4. An Elegy
5. The Eisenhower Doctrine
6. Self-Esteem
7. Standish
8. Hark The Herald Gluttons Sing
9. Fetal Position
What however should not be taken as a harsh statement, but it's a rather obvious fact that the video game generation is struggling to stay focused. So the mind will drift off, and it's only due to some of the strengths the Scribe doubtlessly has, that we often enough drift along with his train of thought. Especially on the offerings where everything works perfect together, like on the DJ RPM produced "Bittersweet". And once again it's a case of a dope beat making the vocalist sound even better than he does anyways. And RPM does something that immediately gets him on our virtual 'dope producers to watch out for' list (not that there is actually a list like that). Now this is an incredible beat, that Scribe is very much able to make his own, with it not mattering anymore if the beat was actually done for him or just jacked. So lyrically we are getting the obvious reflective words, but with Scribe slowing down his off center approach, putting the words clearer in our ears, he makes the message clearer and makes it just more motivating to listen to the worthwhile meaning.
There's more truths being explored on "An Elegy For Gregory", while on here the words are not about himself. But about Scribes Uncle, with the Scribe reciting a short poem on this passed on relative. On the very short "Self Esteem" we then hear Scribe say "I want to write the great american novel / but I always get distracted by all these tits and asses" that will be something every (aspiring) writer is able to relate to. On "Standish" Scribe somewhat ridicules the hip hop tradition of bigging up one's hometown, when he biggs up Standish over the Boogie Down Production "South Bronx" beat. And judging how he describes the place, it must be a town that the majority of the citizens of the US only experience in lily white movies of the sixties. Which always promise and propagate a reality that's as much phony as it's still desirable, what then is also contrasting the more and more backed up by facts Bush agenda criticism that Scribe utters on the multi part "The Eisenhower Doctrine". And maybe this conflict is the soil a "Hark The Herald Gluttons Sing" is feeding from, as here Christmas carols lead up to a nightmarish conclusion to the track, that then appears to be "Fetal Position". This is slicing through you with agonizing guitars and groaned lyrics.
In a way every artist, if not to say every person has a record like this in him. Everyone would find nine issues to talk about, with the subject matter being varied in anxiety, seriousness and relevance. But only a few actually have the courage or the skills to make the effort and put this record out. Scribe is giving us with "Extended Play" a glimpse into the twists and turns that drive him. We obviously could easily do without having heard his music and what he has to say. But that remark is ridiculous anyways, because we could do without much of what we do and don't want to do with. Hence one very small reason why to listen to this, could be that often enough we don't care about other people and what they think. That lack of interest must result in a lack of respect, that then is only worsened by us not having the time to reflect on that. So when we do take the time to listen to one human being out there, it should get us out of the cage that we are stuck in, opening us up for new ideas, and to get really hippie, a new strength of tolerance. Obviously Scribe will laugh about this, and the record is too humble for that. But its impact will also very much depend on the mind state the person is in that listens to it. Hence this very much deserves and needs an open door.
review: tadah
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