Never heard his track “Bust It Open” before? Just repeat the phrase “Bust It Open” to yourself about 300 times and sprinkle few pronouns in there a couple of times. “I Told Em,” “Throw It In The Bag,” “Ain’t Worried About Nuthin,” they all sound like the conception and recording time took about 15 minutes. That’s the story for about half the tracks on Excuse My French – repetitive beats that will get the club turnt up paired with repetitive hooks that will, well, get the club turnt up. On the other end of the spectrum is “Freaks,” which conjures memories of Chaka Demus & Pliers’ “Murder She Wrote.” It might be club-friendly but creatively it’s pretty dull. It’s a solid track but would work much better without Ne-Yo crooning about his money. “We Go Wherever We Want” is a reworking of “Ice Cream” by Raekwon, who also shows up to wreck shop. Montana and DJ Khaled’s usual cast of goons don’t add much but Snoop DoggLion and especially Scarface administer corporal punishment on wax. “F*** What Happens Tonight” rides on Major Harris’ “I Got Over Love” (also borrowed by the Dipset and InterWebz champion freestyler Eli Porter). Make no mixtake, the concept is shallow and the lyrics are embarrassing, but it puts your eardrum in the figure-four leglock and refuses to let go.Įxcuse My French often tries ratcheting up the ratchetedness of classic beats, but the results are mixed.
While “Shot Caller” inexplicably was left off the collection, “Pop That” is here in all its ignorant glory. Fast.īefore I start complaining, let’s look at what does work.
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“Shot Caller?” Yeah, that’s A Tribe Called Quest’s “Scenario.” “Pop That?” It’s just Uncle Luke’s “I Wanna Rock.” Their familiarity drew me in their catchiness had me hooked.Īfter an endless series of mixtapes and about 1,000 false starts, Montana is finally ready to take his magic to the masses with his solo debut.įunny thing about magic – once you’ve seen a trick a couple of times, it gets old. If you’re reading this blog, you probably know Frenchie’s lyrical talent is marginal at best and nonexistent at worst.īut with a little slight of hand, Montana was able to mask his shortcomings behind a sideshow of mesmerizing beats, all of which were the offspring of rap classics. In 2012 Puffy made me, the most critical rap fan in all of the World Wide Web’s seven seas, fall for his protege French Montana. He’s surrounded by many throwaway cameos, leaving the MC to carry the weight and his attitude-over-technique style often isn’t strong enough.Excuse My French (to be released May 21, 2013) Montana’s narrative can be observant but uneven, and on “Once in a While” he makes the mistake of evoking Snoop’s “Murder Was the Case,” a defining example of storytelling he can’t approach. The Weeknd offers a dazed, evocative vocal to elevate the best song, “Gifted,” to another level. Still, there’s an alarming shortage of wit and the swagger sometimes takes on cartoon proportions. The strength of the better songs, such as “When I Want” or “ What Happens Tonight,” comes from the confrontational rhymes, which have a coked-out aggression. His verses and music are informed by both East Coast brusqueness and Southern trap music. Montana borrows from various sources for his tales of hedonism and nihilistic street posturing. The Moroccan born New Yorker’s long-delayed debut finally arrives, and much of it lands with blunt force without quite demonstrating a fully formed vision.
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