Sometimes- not often, but on rare, magical instances- a song has so much going for it that, even though a large portion of its second half is nothing more than a list of people who be sipping Amaretto, it is highly listenable. Good even. Perhaps great. There are a few recipes out there for creating a fabled “Amaretto-lister”, but Camp Lo’s technique works better than most: lace a lazy, easy-listening-with-a-whiff-of-funk, party-time loop over classic boom bap drums, add an infectious but surreal hook about Luchini (which is, maybe, money? Or some kind of booze? Or rare gems? Who knows?) pouring from the sky, then top it all off with Sonny Cheeba and Geechi Suede’s patented stream-of-consciousness blaxploitation patois. Before you know it, you’re nodding your head as you note that the Chiquita Kid, well, he be sipping Amaretto, and that Ill Will be sipping Amaretto, and that undisclosed folks be sipping Asti Spumante and Amaretto, etc. etc.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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