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The Unspeakable Chilly Gonzales album review

Contrary to the adjective preceding his name, unspeakable Chilly Gonzales is not.
A wordy album full of articulately enunciated rhymes that parallel the melodies of such carefully arranged orchestral instruments, rather than weaving in and out of each other: this is the sound of The Unspeakable Chilly Gonzales’ most recent release.

Some ideas sound great, until you actually set out to execute them, and then you learn from the outcome and carry on, hopefully not making the same error in the future. In Gonzales’ attempt to merge two very different genres, rap and orchestral arrangements, the result is an album that stutters its way from beginning to end. Perhaps he ought to have called up previous collaborator Peachez and asked her to fill in the vocal parts, as that would have truly made this album the Unspeakable Chilly Gonzales, so unspeakable he had someone else do the speaking for him.

Lacking the smooth flow of a rap album or an orchestral composition makes this record so difficult to listen to and possibly enjoy, as the music itself is actually quite pleasant. Bongo Monologue would’ve been great if Gonzales would’ve actually let the Bongos take lead. For as much acclaim as he receives as a pianist, his vocal skills fall short as a rapper, contributing to the choppiness of one song to the next. I’d much prefer this album WITHOUT Gonzales rapping.

The pizzicatos sprinkled throughout are fun though, adding a nice contrast to his thoughtful lyrics.

Not something to get the party started and the booty shaking, nor is it an album you’d wanna listen to while puttering around at home trying to relax, and neither is it something you’d wanna listen to while driving across town; perhaps if you’re in a pensive mood, put this album on and it’ll get your mind going in no time, with such lyrics as such: “You’re out of smart questions because this song has long answers.”

By that one girl

Los Angeles, I'm yours. Find me in my car, zipping from one part of LA to another- music blaring, or on the beach, in a bar, or in my apartment curled up with a book and my cat, buzzing off a cup o' joe...

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