Black Thought’s cult Philadelphia crew the Roots were on a tight schedule in the late 00s, chasing the dream. It's a record so energising and nourishing, it feels like an intravenous B12 drip Dangerous Thoughts was mooted as a title. The two thought they might make a record.
When they finally met, the Roots’ Black Thought (Tariq Trotter) and his acolyte hit it off.
When Danger Mouse – Brian Burton – was still in high school, he paid a friend to steal the Roots’ second album, Do You Want More ?!!!?! (1995), for less than the inflated CD price (though this wasn’t the source of his later legal headaches). In 2006, a white-hot young hip-hop producer in deep legal trouble with a major label met his rapper hero, only a few years his senior. No filler, all killer, once on, you’ll have trouble peeling Cheat Codes off the turntable or, indeed, Spotify.īut this banging summer album also comes with an unrequited mutual appreciation bromance subplot. “Please, you ain’t fuckin’ with no amateurs, homie,” he sneers, correct on that count as he is on numerous others here: razor-sharp takedowns of racial injustice and masterful braggadocio. No Gold Teeth, for instance, has a funk bassline so gummy you could chew it contentedly like cud for hours, with Black Thought, one of the most erudite wordsmiths of his generation, riding the beat like a dancer. C heat Codes, the long-awaited collaboration between US super-producer Danger Mouse and Philadelphia hip-hop institution Black Thought, is an out-and-out pleasure, one chock-full of old-school hip-hop goodness.
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