Music-journalism for dummies: A record by Evidence and Alchemist sounds like a record by Evidence and Alchemist. Meaning: It’s no big surprise. But no big disappointment, either. Rapper and producer have grown up together, have roamed the streets, rapping. It’s Hip-Hop romance at its best. The only logical consequence, as the two have put it, is a record like »Lord Steppington«. It’s head-nodding-sound from start to finish. On »Swimteam Rastas«, Alchemist is processing some random beat by MF Doom from the King-Geedorah-phase but spices it up, makes it even more dramatic. »Step Masters« is going straight down after that, while somewhere, something is vibrating balefully. Sometimes, Evidence’s lyrics are a bit of a stumble, sometimes they’re not. It all fits the record’s point of origin: »Lord Steppington« really is like a relaxed evening on the couch, hanging out with your mates. The press-story fits the impression – apparently, everyone who just stopped by became a feature on the record. There’s nothing crazily exciting happening. It’s more like the delivered pizza of Hip Hop: It’s better than the frozen stuff, but not as good as a stonebaked one. Still, the fat content is fair enough. So just lean back and enjoy this record. The night won’t be a forgettable one; but these hours won’t be remembered much, either.
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