Review: "Some of the best never make it too far/eventually, had to let the dream die, get a 9-5/not really livin', now, just stayin' alive, raisin' kids, drinking away the pain and stayin' high..." So intones the title track of the front smasher of this LP, 'I Get Phunky'. The fantasy of a hard schism between always-hungry go-getters and kaput has-beens can be problematic, but on the latest record by Phill Most Chill and Djar One, we can certainly hear why the idea remains compelling: from the rest, the Le Havre and Bronx artists use it to set themselves apart. But perhaps it's this record's golden-aged, clavinet-ridden, breaks-bowler instrumentals that really galvanise this motif. 'Ill Rhymin' and 'Hell Yeah' further the sense with unabashed appeals to certitude in the lyrics and beats, standing apart from the doomers and gloomers. Nothing on this record doesn't "land"; not a hit, not a bar.
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