Image provided by: University of Oregon Libraries; Eugene, OR
About Willamette week. (Portland, Or.) 1974-current | View Entire Issue (Aug. 11, 2017)
MUSIC DATES HERE ALBUM REVIEWS Dame D.O.L.L.A. CONFIRMED (Front Page Music) THE BLAZERS STAR TAKES A STEP TOWARD HIP-HOP LEGITIMACY. [LILLARD TIME] Appropriating the iconography of Biggie, Tupac and Nas on your album cover is a ballsy move for any rapper, especially when you’re a part-timer like Damian Lillard. But that’s sort of the point. Having already hurdled the low bar for NBA players dabbling in hip-hop, with his second full-length project, the Blazers star is demand- ing to be measured against the same standards as any MC. To that end, Confirmed is a significant step forward. It’s a much more polished and dynamic effort than last year’s The Letter O, with hard-hitting production and performances that alter- nate between playful and fiery. Moving away from the come-up anthems he used to fixate on, this is PG-13 Dame D.O.L.L.A.— grittier and braggier, but still not cursing or otherwise endan- gering his endorsement deals. At times, his attempts to balance stunting with role-modeling get awkward, particularly when big-name guests like Lil Wayne and 2 Chainz are forced to bite their tongues. And flirty radio grabs like “Shoota” don’t really suit him. But when he gets contemplative—as he does on “The Let Down,” pondering the eventual end of his playing career and whether his supporters will abandon him when he’s no longer useful to them—Lillard displays a level of honesty that’s rare for a pro-athlete, and for most rappers, too. MATTHEW SINGER. HEAR IT: Confirmed is out now on all streaming platforms. R.I.P. STREET REAPER (RidingEasy Records) IT MIGHT NOT LOOK LIKE TYPICAL DOOM METAL, BUT IT SOUNDS LIKE IT. [STREET DOOM] On the surface, Portland’s R.I.P. don’t resemble your average doom metal band. They call their music “street doom,” rock Eazy-E T-shirts and use scythes for mic stands. In such a serious and morose genre, R.I.P. inject a rare dose of levity into their image. But spend 45 minutes with the band’s new LP, Street Reaper, and R.I.P. appear much less iconoclastic. They pilfer pulpy ’70s and ’80s doom for all it’s worth, from the theatrical vocals, to the “dark” lyrical clichés, to the slew of predictable transitions between time signatures. The album’s most damning moment comes when the band bites Black Sabbath on consecutive songs. The reverb-drenched crawl of “Shadow Folds” is a dead ringer for “Electric Funeral,” while ensuing track “The Dark” opens with a guitar interlude that makes use of simi- lar chords and tone as Sabbath’s own interlude, “Embryo.” Couple that with bong-hit revelations like “Down deep inside your mind/ There’s a sea that you can’t find,” and Street Reaper seems best enjoyed when experiencing the dazed wonderment and tempo- rary memory loss associated with sweet leaf. If you have no time for the psychedelia, abrasion or ambitious concepts of other doom metal, and prefer something burly, macho and immediate, R.I.P. are your guys. Otherwise, you’re best off leaving Street Reaper on the shelf. PATRICK LYONS. SEE IT: R.I.P. plays Tonic Lounge, 3100 NE Sandy Blvd., with Cauldron, Amulet and Magnabolt, on Friday, Oct. 13. 9 pm. $10 advance, $13 day of show. 21+. 34 Willamette Week OCTOBER 11, 2017 wweek.com