Intro]
I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts. You know, there's a story behind that there saloon. 20 years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over. Sheriffs couldn't stop 'em. (spits) Quickest damn gun-slingers I've ever seen. Got murdered in cold blood. That old saloon there was their little "home away from home". They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern, and on a quiet night, you can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce da 5'9".
[Verse 1]
[Eminem]
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph and a noise is bred,
Picked up and transmitted through Royce's head
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoisted his bed
'Til the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his boys is dead
I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said...
[Royce]
Too hard; yo, I done heard worse!
We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other to see which one'll swerve first
Two blind bandits panic
Whose mental capacity holds that of a globe on top of nine other planets
Kissed the cheek of the Devil
Intelligence level is hellier than treble peaking on speakers in the ghetto
Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist
Intercepting missiles with my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked
It's like the Nazis and the Nations collaborating attempting to take over the Earth
[Royce]
The disaster with dreads
I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough to kill my soul after I'm dead
When in danger, it's funny
Actually, my flavor's similar to a waiter, 'cause I serve any stranger with money
I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
While slipping bullets at point-blank range like they was punches
Piss on a flag and burn it
Murder you, then come to your funeral service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it
Whipping human ass, throwing blows, cracking jaws
With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass
I'm blazing MCs, at the same time amazing MCs
Somehow, MCs ain't that eyebrow-raising to me
From all of angles of us, flash a Mack loud enough
To cast a avalanche and bust till volcanoes erupt
[Eminem (and Royce)]
I used to be a loudmouth
Remember me? (Uh-uh) I'm the one who burned your house down (Oh)
But I'm out now (Shit!)And this time I'm coming back to blow your house up,And I ain't gon' leave you a window to jump out of!
Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms
And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms
And when I go to hell and I'm getting ready to leave
I'mma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe
[Outro]
And so that's the story when Bad meets Evil, two of the most wanted individuals in the county. Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens. It's too bad they had to go out the way they did: got shot in the back coming out of that old saloon. But their spirits still live on till this day... Shhh...[spits] wait, did y'all hear that?
If the power and energy of David Byrne's newest release, Rei Momo, doesn't knock you to your knees, it will definitely leave you wondering how the drummer didn't pass out from sheer exhaustion. An inspired combination of South American salsa and merengue styles, country and western twangs and violin concertos, Rei Momo has an almost thoroughly upbeat effect that is certain to make you dream of spending next year's Carnival in Brazil.
The frenetic pulse of this album comes from the variety of traditional music styles that Byrne combines with modern lyrics and instrumentation. Of the 15 pieces on the album, only two merengues repeat themselves rhythmically. The rest range from the intense pace of "Loco de Amor's" salsa/reggae to the seductive tension of the bolero, highlighted in "Women Vs. Men."
The number and variety of instruments Byrne employs to stretch these songs to their limits is staggering. In addition to the expected bass, keyboards, electric guitar and saxophone, instruments like the batteria, conga, campanita, guira, huataca, bongo, sencerro, coa, timbal, caixa, surdo, pandiero, mandolin and even two types of batas (iya and itotele) are used. Needless to say, it is clear that Byrne has spent time and research finding the right New World instruments to perfect Rei Momo's South American flavor. His use of Portuguese and Spanish lyrics in such cuts as "Make Believe Mambo" and "The call of the Wild" likewise lends the album the convincing authenticity of a Brazilian release.
"The Rose Tattoo" is one cut that effectively showcases this combination. Co-written by Byrne and W. Colon, "The Rose Tatto" is set to a Bomba/Mozambique beat with somewhat depressing Spanish/English lyrics that reflect on the impossibility of dreams and humanity: "And they were imagining Roses/As if life itself were a dream/Is a gift not a reason for living?/Not enough, not enough, so it seems." The chorus then switches to Spanish with the refrain: "Brinde a la Rosa/Y al hombre que no vive/Perdido en un sueno/en un atmosfera imposible," reflecting again the hopelessness of illusion.
"Good and Evil" is a curious cut on Rei Momo that imposes tension and humor into a Rumba/Llesa sound. Lamenting that "Good and evil, good and evil/They turned 'em loose, they turned into people," this song combines piano and the bata instrumentation of Milton Cardona, Marc Quinones and Jose Mangual, Jr. to reflect the stresses of opposing positive and negative forces. The ending fades into the distance with a melody pattern not unlike a top 40 love song that takes a sharp turn from the salsa; in the context of all the varieties on the album, however, it is thoroughly convincing.
"Women Vs. Men" is another intriguing cut that, despite its content about fighting and misunderstanding, is remarkably seductive. The bolero style of the drums and and woodwinds lends a tango-like aura to the lyrics: "She had psychic defenses/He had animal dreams/They moved closer together/He said let's make a deal..."
If animals are present in "his" dreams, they play an even larger part in the final song of Rei Momo as well. As Byrne gives credits to "frogs, birds and fly samples," so do these unusual "instruments" make up the haunting and harmonic background of "I Know Sometimes a Man is Wrong," in which Byrne sings that he will be incomplete "until you're next to me."
Although these are some of the more outstanding cuts on Byrne's latest LP, the album should really be listened to as a whole. The fast pace of each song runs into the next, making for smooth transitions and the impossibility of turning off the stereo before the whole selection is over.
It is clear that Byrne and the back-up musicians had a fun, if not exhausting, time mixing the styles which make up Rei Momo; one time through this fast paced selection of music will have you having fun as well.
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