Madlib is a rapper/producer from LA. In 2000 he released
an album by his brainchild/alter ego Quasimoto, The
Unseen. Quasimoto is Madlib with a voice
thats speeded up by using tapes, which makes him
sound like Q-Tip before his voice broke, on helium.
He seems hyperactive and ready to burst, yet his rhymes
are laid-back and his tone remains almost resolutely
monotone with limited inflections. He still manages
to dis all the relevant people (wack emcees, cops, shit
record shops, junkies and gold diggin' females) in an
inspired, intelligent and non-thuggish way.
The element that stands out most is the use of dialogue
snippets. Using phrases from the likes of Redd Fox,
the Last Poets, and Melvin Van Peebles records/movies
helps establish an overall atmosphere. Sentences are
finished by and tracks are punctuated with appropriate
His production generally mixes sparse loops of spoken
samples with obscure funk and R&B overtones, grounded
by tight, snappy beats. The Unseen, like other classic
rap albums such as De La Souls Stakes Is High,
Aceyalones A Book of Human Language, and
the Beastie Boys Paul's Boutique, is far
more than an assemblage of great beats and rhymes -
it's a journey through a self-contained, imaginary world.
+++The above review was made using samples of different
reviews I copypasted from the net+++
In 2002 Madlib was asked by British record lable Antidote
to do a mixtape of old reggea from the Trojan catalogue.
He agreed, and created the Blunted
in the Bombshelter Mix which uses
45 tracks in a little under 65 minutes. Its feel is
as disjointed as The Unseen, with little Macintosh voiced
messages like The studio is kinda cloudy. Weedsmoke.
sprinkled in the mix. Its stoner music really.
Track names like I Love Marijuana, Sensimelia and Space
Flight could tell you that much. A nice companion piece
to The Unseen, but it doesnt hold the genius of
that album. Might be a good way to get into reggea,
to pick a favorite track:
Bad Character. Great spacey production,
surreal rhymes. Short as a punk song at 1:55.
Blunted in the Bombshelter Mix:
Lottery Spin by Zap Pow. Plain crazy
tune about the Jamaican Lottery. And the balls
have settled into the testicles. [?]