Musta Forgot Are Gonna Forget: Preemo's Concrete Dreams
Houston's history is dotted with albums that, fairly or un, have been swept aside. We'll examine them here. Have an album that you think nobody knows about but should? Email firstname.lastname@example.org.
Preemo is an enigmatic, velvet-voiced MC from Brownsville that now lives in Houston. He is both confident without being arrogant and clever without being condescending. But for whatever reasons, he has never gotten the level of praise that equates to his talent level. Sadly, this will likely hold true when he releases Concrete Dreams next week, even though it will age to be a remarkable album. Read more about Preemo here. Y'allmustaforgotability: 93 Percent Read what Y'allmustaforgotability means. Best Verse on the Album: The first verse from
There certainly are more clever verses on the album (see: "New Pistol"), and there certainly are more imposing verses lyrically (See:
), but no where else does Preemo elicit a bigger "Man, this guy is fucking good" response than on "I Understand." To wit, a stanza where he discusses his mother:
One bedroom, she slept on the floor/ She let me and my sister have the bed, I didn't know what for/ Some nights she didn't eat, I didn't know what for/ Heard her crying in her sleep, I didn't know what for
You know how Paul Wall tried to humanize himself and connect with listeners by doing that track about his mom on Fast Life, only it felt a lot like he was only doing it specifically so people could say "I really felt like Paul humanized himself and I was able to connect with him when he did that track about his mom on Fast Life"? This is like that, except the exact opposite. Best Song on the Album:
Here are the notes we took while listening to it one of the 43 times we did the week we first got it: Right now,
is the best song. The beat is bananas. The short burst verses are strong. But there are no doubts that "Lost Highway" will age to be the best song in the long term. The whole thing makes sense. The chorus is just great, probably the best on the album. The way it's tunneled it a bit, that gives it a detached and despondent feeling, which is the general tone of the entire song, so it relates back without being hamfisted. We weren't even working on an assignment or anything. We just took notes because we felt like we had to. That's how good this album is. Worst Chorus on the Album: The guy that sings the chorus in "Land of Currency" gets pretty ridiculous at the end with the vibrato. So much so that you end up making that "Is This Guy Serious? He Can't Be Serious" face at least twice. Obscure Fact(s) That You Can Pawn Off As Your Own To Make Yourself Sound Smart:
There seem to be two very distinct undertones to the album. The first is that this is an art album. That he's so upfront about this - he goes so far as to sample bits of that monologue about respect that Clive Owen does in Inside Man - is fly. The second is that women have played/do play/will play a very prominent part in Preemo's life. There's a song about his mom, his daughter, his ex-girlfriends, (possibly) his current girlfriend and his next potential girlfriend. He even metaphored rap into a woman. This all means something, I'm sure. Probably that his dad wasn't around too much and that the relationship he has with his own daughter is something that causes him a certain amount of cognitive dissonance. But that's just a guess. There's a part in one of the songs where you say something like, "People have been waiting a long time for these 22 songs," but there are 19.
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