Curren$y - Here Review

After Curren$y dropped, like, 209 albums in a two year period, one would be forgiven for thinking he might fall off. After so many verses, is it even possible that the guy had anything left in the tank? If there was any sort of upper limit to the number of lyrics a human being can feasibly construct in a lifetime, surely the New Orleans MC had to be nearing it.

As if the copious volumes of THC slowly being absorbed through his lungs have given him clairvoyance into the anxious minds of his listeners, Spitta dropped his five-track EP Here last week in order to tide them over until March's The Stoned Immaculate.

And that final sentence sums up the EP as a whole. Nothing great. Nothing terrible. If you're burnt out on your Curren$y back library, check it out, ride to it, then forget it when The Stoned Immaculate drops....full text Throughout the years, Curren$y has solidified his spot in the game as a lyrical, pot-smoking, appreciator of muscle cars. Just think of him as the Pierce Brosnan of underground rap. Last week Curren$y dropped a short, but influential EP, Here.

While focusing on a chilled, smooth flow, Curren$y’s lyricism is quite impressive here. As the leader of Jets, Curren$y has a big responsibility of keeping his wordplay mellow and fitful. Curren$y makes fellow Jets members, Trademark da Skydiver and Young Roddy work hard both lyrically and melodiously as they assist him on this EP. Their verses can be found on the fifth song, “Conference Call.”...full text Curren$y’s first of many morsels for 2012, “Here,” proves that he has not strained himself as much as one might expect. The EP is simply a five-track maintained lane concerning the usual weed-clouded and lazy appreciation of the good life, but his experience still provides a great drive.
The tunes are as equally decent. Curren$y’s ability to spit the same, topically consistent narratives with a lyrical pep and his nasally, ‘Nawlins drawl has freakish appeal, and can glide over any beat as long as the bpm is within a hazy range. This proves true on “#CruiseLife,” where he borrows the Houston-screwed “Drive Slow” from Kanye West. Spitta puts a spin on the scenery from the music video, leaving a stinky, green trail down a major boulevard: “With my cousin G5, we high’d up, cloudy/bitches get stoned just from standin’ around us/music turned up but the smoke way louder.”...full text Curren$y makes Creole living sound easy. He rolls his consonants like a true Bayou kid; the rapper's beats are as humid as the Gulf. New Orleans-born Curren$y lets the good vibrations of Pilot Talk and Weekend at Burnie's ripen on victory-lapping new EP Here. Only "#CruiseLife," which lifts the haunted, syrup-slurping instrumental from Kanye West's "Drive Slow," breaks the lazy spell. Curren$y's reworking of that Late Registration hit is bested by his more playful freestyle over Jay-Z's "Bring It On." There, his braggadocio ("Spit that ignorant shit, but I deliver it so proper/You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie, gospel") is so sweet, you'll catch the faint scent of pot brownies. This scientifically formulaic EP never reinvents the wheel, but one can't overstate just how fun it is to hear the Hot Spitta get baked in the Nawlins sun while a jazz-rock Fender Rhodes plays gingerly in the background. In an already unseasonably warm winter, Here is a gust of summer air....full text