We should not look back at the music of Charlie Parker and find fault in its redundant subject matter. Nor should we criticize him for not branching out stylistically more than he did. Instead, we marvel at his energy, his innovations and his lyricism, all of which contribute to an identity that was extremely influential, but never quite replicated by other players. Every now and then powerful music emerges and announces itself as too exceptional to be evaluated according to the standard criteria.
And how can you deny that he succeeds on Enta Da Stage “How Many MC’s” sounds joyous and free even after hearing it for the one-thousandth time. “Niguz Talk Shit” is still an outrageous headbanger and “Shit Iz Real” is as menacing as ever. Though the violent subject matter can lead one to believe that Buckshot’s rhymes are one-dimensional, he handles it in a refreshing way, manipulating the language masterfully as the listener bobs and weaves regardless if the mood is one of braggadocio or cruelty.
Though the album’s success is largely attributable to Buckshot’s performance, one cannot ignore the phenomenal production from the Beatminerz. They took the already dark sound of The Low End Theory and one-upped it, filtering out almost all treble and using spare, hardcore drum samples. The compositions of Mr. Walt and Evil Dee are also cleverly structured, propelling Buckshot’s raps directly into the listener’s psyche; the placement of the saxophone on “Powaful Impak” is a terrific example. The crackle of scratched vinyl pervades the album, contributing to a feel of warmth and timelessness. Thanks to the Beatminerz, there is something inviting about Enta Da Stage, despite its confrontational lyrics.
So while the Black Moon aesthetic did not change a whole lot from then until now, some key changes occurred that altered their steez for the worse. Enta Da Stage is one of the most convincingly nihilistic hip-hop records of all time. “Slave” in particular is a celebration of insanity, coupling a calm Beatminerz composition with Buck’s claustrophobic, violent rhymes. As a group, all Black Moon wanted to do on Enta Da Stage was whatever the fuck they wanted. Their rogueishness throughout this record is contagious. There is no hint of redemptive or even punitive moralizing here—everything goes. “Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed,” goddammit.
On their long awaited follow-up, War Zone (which, like many records from the mid-to-late nineties, was unfairly criticized by fickle fans), they displayed a much greater awareness of their place in the rap world—they waved the “underground” flag high and then raised it ever higher on Total Eclipse. Instead of the hazy, joyfully sadistic world the group created for Enta Da Stage, we now hear social consciousness, fan appreciation and explicitly topical songs. They are a pretty damn good group today, with undeniable charisma and songwriting abilities, but that Bucktown world vision is clearly a thing of the past.
Today’s rap listeners have been indoctrinated with such a regimented system of judgment that losing sight of the purpose of particular piece of music is inevitable. I can’t tell you how many arguments I’ve witnessed (or gotten into), involving people who have developed completely arbitrary standards for their music. Today’s head demands to hear punch lines and concepts and gets disappointed when his expectations are not met. Instead of insisting on being impressed, listen to Enta Da Stage and be moved.
— j tha young abstract aka new dub Dec 11, 03:59 PM
— R.H.S. Dec 11, 11:27 PM
— Nikhil P. Yerawadekar Dec 12, 12:01 AM
— zeek tha immortal Dec 16, 08:52 AM
— tony garcia Dec 18, 05:39 AM
the best rap album of all time. no doubt. sorry nas & biggie fans!!!!!!!!!!!!!
— jay sean Jul 30, 07:31 AM
enta da stage of tha Buckshot shawty!!!
— JKiLow Oct 8, 10:41 PM