Don’t judge this album by its cover, which looks like it was designed using Paint Shop Pro for Windows 95.
Not a minute in, the listener’s already immersed in exotic whistling, wah guitar, Troutman talkbox and Dr. Dre-style Steinway punches.
Then Big Boi’s first words on his astounding debut solo album: “Damn, that wasn’t nothing but the intro.”
Amazon.com: Sir Lucious Left Foot... The Son of Chico Dusty: Big Boi: Musici
The high degree of musical variety and ampleness on Chico Dusty can’t be overstated.
Outkast’s straight man takes the listener on a fantastic voyage through 23rd-century cosmic funk, militant opera, synth-tracked gospel, brass arrangements, salsa interludes, indelible deep-fried hooks and, on Tangerine, a psych guitar line awash in congos and shakers for T.I. to talk greasy over.
Big Boi’s lyrically on point, too, balancing cavalier wit and grown-man profundity that puts this album among Outkast’s best. Your move, 3000.
Jason Richards
Not a minute in, the listener’s already immersed in exotic whistling, wah guitar, Troutman talkbox and Dr. Dre-style Steinway punches.
Then Big Boi’s first words on his astounding debut solo album: “Damn, that wasn’t nothing but the intro.”
Amazon.com: Sir Lucious Left Foot... The Son of Chico Dusty: Big Boi: Musici
The high degree of musical variety and ampleness on Chico Dusty can’t be overstated.
Outkast’s straight man takes the listener on a fantastic voyage through 23rd-century cosmic funk, militant opera, synth-tracked gospel, brass arrangements, salsa interludes, indelible deep-fried hooks and, on Tangerine, a psych guitar line awash in congos and shakers for T.I. to talk greasy over.
Big Boi’s lyrically on point, too, balancing cavalier wit and grown-man profundity that puts this album among Outkast’s best. Your move, 3000.
Jason Richards