Samplastik - "Duchowe karate"

Hip hop masterpiece (10/10) Samplastik jest sztuką walki stworzoną przez Mistrza Z. jako metoda obrony przed słabą muzyką bez użycia broni. Dawniej dla tej sztuki używano różnych nazw : rybne ciosy, bitne cymbały lub Okinawa-te. Co ważne jednak - nazwa Samplastik została zatwierdzona dopiero w 2006 roku - roku psa dodajmy. Tym razem wprost na wasze klaty leci 17 zabójczych ciosów, przygotowanych co prawda zdecydowanie wcześniej, jednak jak zwykle medytacje i poszukiwania wewnętrznej równowagi sprawiły, że publikacja tego audio-papirusa się opóźniła. Nadchodzący turniej na śmierć i życie pokaże czy droga wojownika, którą obrał Zdrawko_k, jest drogą zwycięstwa. I don't like hip hop. It doesn't mean I am unable to appreciate and enjoy good hip hop works. What I mean is that this genre is generally so devoid of creativeness and populated by morons without even a trace of talent that good hip hop works are almost as hard to find as the brain of G.W. Bush. I hate boring R&B beats repeated in the majority of hip hop songs like they were produced on the same assembly line in a Chinese rap factory of Crappy Music, Inc. I hate stupid self focused lyrics ("Yo niggas! This is MC Moron rapping to all my hommies. Let me tell ya all them bitches are mine."). I hate uncreative ripping off the music of others only to drown it in a meaningless mumbling of some retard. That is why I usually avoid hip hop, because the probability it will be listenable is extremely low. That's why it's almost a miracle I didn't just move along seeing this is a hip hop album. It must have been the sixth sense or something that stopped me and forced me to try it out. Because this is the rare hip hop gem. With great intelligent meaningful lyrics. With great flow. With powerful rhyming skills: "Niósł czerwony grzebień w tylnej kieszeni I lekko się uśmiechał wychodząc z sutereny Potem przeczesał włosy chyba setny raz z kolei Wyjął Carmeny, miał plamę na flaneli." This is an excerpt from "Czerwony grzebień", a really atmospheric song about a serial killer - one of the best on this album. But that's still not all. What else? Original beats - no repetitive R&B shit here. The record is full of catchy creative tunes, utilizing a variety of real instruments (or really convincing samples) and clever electronic sounds. So... Yo niggas! Listen to me! Let me tell ya this. Samplastik is the mastah of a hip hop bliss. No, no, take it easy - that's not Samplastik. That's just my take on a shitty hip hop. Quite successful I think. ;-> Back to the subject. Despite the above rave and the highest possible rating, you shouldn't get the impression that I think this is a perfect work. It could be better. Not every song is equally good (the worst being no. 15 "Niczego więcej", another take on a similar theme to that of "Czerwony grzebień", but much less successful), but still, you have 17 tracks here, and the average quality is definitely sky-high for the regular hip hop. Not every track is also original (for example no. 07 "Więcej nie chcę" strongly resembles Eminem's work - too strongly in my opinion). So why five stars? Because it rises so high from the pool of usual hip hop shit, that it deserves to be acclaimed. Like Samplastik well put it himself: Widziałem was na spotkaniu w Empiku / I saw you waiting for fans in the record store Jak siedzieliście sami przy stoliku / You sat alone by the table I tylko jeden dziennikarz się spytał / And only one journalist asked you Jak można gówno tłoczyć na płytach. / How come they publish shit on CDs So it's not 10/10 on my scale, but rather 10/10 on a hip hop scale. This record is definitely 100% shit-free. The final disclaimer: all the lyrics on this album are in Polish, so this work may not be interesting for people that can't speak our strange language.

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