New One Hunnidt Album Admirably Wrestles Cognitive Dissonance
Three days ago, my fuel pump went out. Now, were I in Houston when it happened, it would have only been mildly irritating. I'd have cursed and I'd have chastised the heavens (standard protocol, really), but then I'd have had it pulled to my house and fixed it there. Easy breezy.
But it didn't happen here. It happened approximately 85 miles north of my home, in sleepy Huntsville, which I think might also be referred to as Satan's Taint, though I couldn't confirm that on GPS. And since it happened there, and since I don't live there, and since God enjoys nothing more than flicking me in the forehead, a mechanical issue that should've taken all of two hours to fix ended up getting stretched out to more than 40.
The whole thing is this ordeal that doesn't really need to be rehashed beyond saying that it involved a seedy motel I'm confident has to have starred as the murder scene in several police investigations, some unreasonably tomato-y Mexican food and a tow-truck driver who might be the mascot for all tow-truck drivers on Earth.
Still, within the fuckery there was a glint of positivity: One Hunnidt. One Hunnidt is a local spoken-word poet and rapper. Last year, he released a mixtape called Legacy of a Legend. Mostly it served as catharsis, an emotionally charged, imperfect rap tape centered around his brother's 2010 murder. It was never really meant for anyone else's ears anyway.
"I made it for me," said One Hunnidt when I interviewed him last year. "It's part of how I dealt with everything. I let some people hear it and they convinced me to put it out."
However, this isn't about that. This is about his latest tape, which I'd uploaded to my phone two or so weeks ago and which became essential listening these past few days as I sat in a mechanic's shop and wordlessly tried to convince my heart to not stop beating.
This past May, One Hunnidt released Keep It 100, a follow-up to Legacy that's no real follow-up at all.
Where Legacy built its ethos up from the ashes of tragedy, KI100 is rooted in rejuvenation.
It is a smart, well-balanced, bold effort, and easily the best (and first, probably) representation of the intellectual conundrum One Hunnidt has spied in his station.
What that means: One Hunnidt has a sullen flow, almost reluctant. He's never fully overpowering in delivery. And with Legacy, it seemed like it was little more than a natural impediment nurtured into consistency by unpleasant circumstances that became tolerated as normal (picture a basketball player who can't jump very high because his knees are wrecked).