Release Date: Jul 6, 2010
Record label: Def Jam
Genre(s): Rap, Pop/Rock
Don't judge this album by its cover, which looks like it was designed using Paint Shop Pro for Windows 95. Not a minute in, the listener's already immersed in exotic whistling, wah guitar, Troutman talkbox and Dr. Dre-style Steinway punches. Then Big Boi's first words on his astounding debut solo album: "Damn, that wasn't nothing but the intro." [rssbreak] The high degree of musical variety and ampleness on Chico Dusty can't be overstated.
Every great rap group has one MC who is-- possibly unfairly-- perceived to be slightly lesser than the other. DMC. Parrish Smith. Malice. Pimp C, at least up until he died. Big Boi's been on that list ever since André Benjamin started rocking pith helmets and neckerchiefs. Big Boi's not underrated ….
OutKast’s Speakerboxxx/The Love Below was hip-hop’s White Album. Across its two-hour span, the album covered a vast amount of musical territory, touching on jazz, funk, hip-hop, new wave and electronica. On a deeper level, it mirrored the Fab Four’s 1968 opus in the way it severed the alchemical ties that bound the group together. It broke the union down to its requisite elements, revealing the ragged inseam of their songwriting partnership.
Detroit owes the dirty south. For, as Detroit's slump has hit the headlines, the Dirty South has hit a very different kind of headline: a movement of new hip hop artists, spearheaded by the inimitable L'il Wayne, has renewed airtime given to one of Detroit's finest and most American exports: the Cadillac. As more than one hip hop blog has announced: this Southern shit is getting out of hand.
The idea of a solo album by one of the members of the funky dynamic duo known as Outkast may have been given a significant heap of credibility once the concept of Speakerboxxx/The Love Below was made public seven years ago. That it took this long to become a reality could be seen as a surprise, and that Big Boi – over the arguably more enigmatic and unpredictable counterpart in André 3000 – would be the first of the two to drop a solo debut is even more of a shock. But here we are, and despite the perception of Big Boi as the more conservative copilot there to make sure Dre’s careening soul plane doesn’t go into a tailspin and crash land into oblivion, we’re given Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty.
Sir Lucious Left Foot…The Son of Chico Dusty was a few years in the making with a label change and all the attendant leaked tracks and snags. Big Boi's first proper solo album nonetheless sounds like it could have come together in a couple of drama-free (if somewhat frenzied) months. It’s one of the loosest, most varied, and entertaining albums of its time.
The road to Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty was long, arduous, and mercilessly convoluted. By now, you’ve likely read all about its knotty development, so I’ll spare you the gory details. Suffice it to say it involved four years, multiple record labels, and a whole lot of gritty resolve. It’s a wonder this thing has arrived at all.
Perennially underrated during OutKast’s heyday, Big Boi has seen his profile dip further in the four years since the duo’s last release. Now safely landed on a new label after an extended stay in industry limbo, the Atlanta rapper is back with a stunningly realized solo debut, Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty. The pressure to swing for surefire pop hits after all those delays must have been immense.
The Boi’s back in town Big Boi’s long-awaited post-Speakerboxxx solo album was poised to become the Chinese Democracy of hip-hop—numerous delays, a label change and a protracted production cycle left fans wondering if they weren’t witnessing Dr. Dre’s Detox play out all over again. But after four years, Big Boi has finally dropped Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty, a massive, ambitious album shot through with knee-knocking beats and deft lyrical touches from Outkast’s swagger champion.
P.O.S. :: Chill, dummyDoomtree RecordsAuthor: Patrick TaylorI've been a fan of Stefon "P.O.S." Alexander since his debut nearly 10 years ago. On "Audition" and 2009's "Never Better," he proved himself to be one of the few artists who could successfully meld punk rock and hip-hop. Fellow Minnesotans ….
Eminem can rap about recovery and Drake can rap about the pitfalls of newfound fame. Each can eloquently argue, with mind numbing flow and envy inducing wordplay, about how tough things have been for them. They might even be right, but there isn’t an MC in history that has had it as tough as Big Boi. Big Boi, born Antwan Patton, has sold 22 million albums in the U.S., received 16 Grammy nominations and nabbed six Grammys.
OutKast’s creative mitosis becomes nearly complete with Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty, a full-fledged solo project that feels as effervescently whole, if not as ambitious, as the duo’s combined work. Freed from the aesthetic demands of an odd-couple partnership, Big Boi (Antwan Patton) improves on the standard set with 2003’s Speakerboxxx, an ostensibly solo work crystallized inside a double-album set, delivering a record that’s rigidly focused and almost uniformly strong. Whether this quality stems from the long gestation period (the album was reportedly in the works for nearly three years) or simply general autonomy, Sir Lucious Left Foot succeeds as both a character summation and a declaration of independence.
Even the most demanding record label executive might be impressed by the diversity of the promotional campaign Antwan "Big Boi" Patton, half of OutKast, has undertaken for what is officially his debut solo album. At one extreme, he was interviewed by hipster music website Pitchfork, whom he favoured with a colourful explanation of his love of the 1970s' biggest country and western artist. "To get your dick sucked to a Conway Twitty record," he averred, "really is something else." At the other extreme, he recently appeared on Martha Stewart's winsome daytime cookery show, where he introduced his mum, made a salad with grilled lobster and decorously avoided the topic of Conway Twitty's enhancing effect on the act of fellatio.
A splendid solo adventure from the multi-monikered OutKast rapper. Alex Denney 2010 Frequently written off in favour of flamboyant other-half André ‘3000’ Benjamin, it’s high time people started singing the praises of Big Boi. As 50% of Atlanta, GA crew OutKast, the man christened Antwan André Patton played a pivotal role in bringing the hard-bitten soul of the dirty south to prominence during the late 1990s in the US.
In the dynasty of OutKast, Big Boi played Scottie Pippen to Andre 3000's Michael Jordan, an all-star in every regard overshadowed by his partner's neckerchief flamboyance. Sir Lucious Left Foot flips that script. BB's debut solo expands exponentially on his half of 2003 double fantasy Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, offering a fantastic voyage of 21st century Cadillacmuzik that finds Chico Dusty's son inhabiting the roles of the militant "General Patton," Southern scholar "Daddy Fat Sax," and the titular Sir Lucious Left Foot.