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O.C. SAME SUN SAME MOON. REVIEW

[/vc_column_text][mpc_image image=”4579″ image_size=”300×300″ image_opacity=”100″ image_inner_border_gap=”0″ effect=”none” image_hover_opacity=”100″][vc_empty_space][mpc_textblock content_width=”100″ font_preset=”mpc_preset_101″ font_color=”#727272″ font_size=”21″ font_line_height=”1.3″ font_transform=”none” font_align=”left”]Two things: one, O.C is perhaps hip-hop’s most criminally underrated MC ever and two, this reviewer holds him in high esteem as one of the best to ever do it. That said, I am not in the business of stroking anyone’s cum sack if they don’t come correct on the M.I.C. Fortunately for his fans and anyone who appreciates quality music O.C does what he does best – handles his business with gusto over dope beats and continuing his knack for crafting multi-themed songs with depth and meaning and not just spitting bars (and he’s never been slack in that arena).
The intro sets the theme – or themes – of the album over chunky, retrospective pianos as O.C ponders the state of the modern world and the war on people of colour. And then the first cut kicks in and BOOM! O.C is back up in this bitch like dildos! The beat comes courtesy of Motif Alumni who handles the bulk of the production. After just a few listens it’s already sounding like a classic. O.C documents. You almost expect Ghostface Killah to jump on board the soul groove of Good Man produced by Gwop Sullivan. (Love the woman’s voice on the chorus too!) Lord Finesse-produced A New Day rides like a luxury car into the sun while My City sounds like a fist-pumping news report from the ghetto frontline and beyond. Every track hits like the hammer to the nail. DNA is a personal favourite but it really is all good. The closing track Real Life 1 and 2 documents the period before the death of Big L starting with O.C on tour in Europe. The second part details the regrettable day over a Queen sample (how much did that run you O?) ending abruptly as, well, death.
With a running length of 35 minutes I personally feel this is how all music should be executed. The skip button might as well not exist. Like a good meal, a good lay and a good nights sleep, you’re left entirely satisfied and looking forward to the next venture. Meanwhile lesser artists drop albums longer than a Spielberg epic minus that vital word needed to hold your attention. One last thing: If you came up in the nineties as a hip-hop head and don’t own an O.C album, take yourself to the nearest woods with a rope….well, you know the rest.

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