{"id":39707,"date":"2006-04-06T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-06T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/donuts\/"},"modified":"2006-04-06T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-04-06T00:00:00","slug":"donuts","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/donuts\/","title":{"rendered":"Donuts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><review><\/p>\n<p>Though no LP can quantify what J Dilla (aka Jay Dee)<br \/>\ngave to hip-hop, <i>Donuts<\/i> is an appropriate final word.<\/p>\n<p>There are no lyrics on this record, though, only<br \/>\nsounds &#8212; tweaked to perfection &#8212; by a master of the medium.<\/p>\n<p>As the anchor of Detroit trio Slum Village, he gave<br \/>\nthe underground group relevance at a time when Eminem and his<br \/>\nbrethren were defining an emerging scene. His cut-and-paste soul<br \/>\nstylings and deep bass grooves gave reprise to luminaries like A<br \/>\nTribe Called Quest, Common and Pharcyde.<\/p>\n<p>James Yancey died at age 32 on a hospital bed in his<br \/>\nmother&#8217;s arms, just three days after his birthday and the release<br \/>\nof <i>Donuts<\/i>. He loved music, sound, dreams, whatever you call<br \/>\nit. These 31 sweet, circular jams comprise only a chapter of his<br \/>\nstory. Jay Dee had a mental jukebox stocking about a gazillion<br \/>\nrecords. His art came from organizing those vinyl slabs into<br \/>\nsomething meaningful. He was a hip-hop scientist.<\/p>\n<p>I once read that if you stop a melody halfway,<br \/>\nthree-quarters of the way through a cycle, your brain &#8212; the<br \/>\nnerves, synapses and blood swimming in your skull &#8212; fills in the<br \/>\nblank spaces. Dilla&#8217;s trademark experiment is sprinkled generously<br \/>\nthroughout this volume.<\/p>\n<p>Using the vehicle of soulful exclamations and<br \/>\noutbursts of yore, Jay Dee seizes the opportunities to pause and<br \/>\ninject a drug in split-second doses &#8212; yelps, choruses, a quarter<br \/>\nof a half step &#8212; when your brain least suspects it. In his own<br \/>\navant-hop style, pieces were sewn together ends to middles,<br \/>\nbeginnings to silence, fuzz to flourishes.<\/p>\n<p>On <i>Donuts<\/i>, Dilla uses his signature deep,<br \/>\nrolling bass as the control and encyclopedic knowledge of music as<br \/>\nthe x factor. The result is a sometimes dark, always pleasant and<br \/>\nunmistakably Detroit style worthy of front porch perchin&#8217;, quiet<br \/>\nreflection and backyard barbecues alike.<\/p>\n<p>The album crawls forth from the ironically named<br \/>\n&#8220;Donuts (Outro)&#8221; with a wavy taste of repetitious crooning. With<br \/>\nmost cuts ranging from 30 to 90 seconds, it feels like Dilla has a<br \/>\nfew crates of records he wants you, just you, to hear, but only 40<br \/>\nminutes to get the job done.<\/p>\n<p>If they were any shorter, you&#8217;d be annoyed. If they<br \/>\nwere any longer, he&#8217;d be pretentious. Cuts like &#8220;Lightworks,&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Stepson of the Clapper,&#8221; &#8220;Twister (Huh, What)&#8221; and &#8220;One Eleven,&#8221;<br \/>\nare a fine introduction to Dilla&#8217;s sound. Things really get cooking<br \/>\nat the climax of &#8220;Anti-American Graffiti,&#8221; &#8220;Geek Down,&#8221; &#8220;Thunder,&#8221;<br \/>\nand &#8220;Gobstopper&#8221; around track 20, but the remaining bites wither in<br \/>\ntheir shadow.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, with the clunkers hogging up all of about<br \/>\n10 minutes of this radio station-change style mix tape record,<br \/>\nwho&#8217;s complaining? There&#8217;s still a good two dozen treats in this<br \/>\ncollection.<\/p>\n<p>The spirit and style of this piece was enough to make<br \/>\na 17-year-old white kid from the suburbs throw $9.98 down for the<br \/>\nJ-88 (Slum Village&#8217;s alter-ego) EP in 1999. It&#8217;s enough to make me<br \/>\ndisappointed over the loss today.<\/p>\n<p><i>Donuts<\/i> will serve as the period on the run-on<br \/>\nsentence of his life. Dilla&#8217;s body of work, including the essential<br \/>\n<i>Fantastic, Vol. 2<\/i> by Slum Village, promises to inspire many<br \/>\nmore generations of sound artists and aural scientists.<br \/>\n<i>Donuts<\/i> is an ending and a beginning, much like its circular<br \/>\nnamesake. Rest in peace, James Yancey.<\/p>\n<p><\/review><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":53,"featured_media":28279,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"artist":[7709],"rating":[5617],"class_list":["post-39707","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-j-dilla","rating-rating-b-plus"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39707","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/53"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39707"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/39707\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/28279"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39707"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=39707"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=39707"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}