It's insanely good. There's no other way around it. This album is everything Ludacris tries to do on a record but can't pull off. Outkast has always defined the dirty south sound as far I'm concerned. You can pick up Aquemini and it sounds like it was produced a year ago. Their beats and rhymes have a timeless quality. You forget how good they are until one of their tracks hits your iTunes shuffle and you end up listening to ATLiens, Aquemini and Stankonia for a week.
Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty hits you like a brick with the first listen. You can't help but bob your head and smile, and soon enough your body is moving in way that is both unsightly and unnatural. The beats hit so hard you can feel it in your spine, and that's just the intro. Big Boi still has a flow that is unparalleled in the rap game, let alone the dirty south sub-genre. He can spit so fast you can hardly keep up then slow it down and get you in a state of excitement trying to anticipate his every word.
The album is just plain fun. It's the perfect summer album to blast through your car stereo or play at a club. The beats are tight, and the rhymes are even tighter.
As if Big Boi wasn't enough on his own the album contains guest appearances that would appear on the individual's best of compilation. Jamie Foxx delivers a verse and hook on the Lil' Jon produced 'Hustle Blood' that would make Kanye wet his panties and T.I. has never been better on 'Tangerine'.
Outkast's downfall has always been skits and unfortunately this album suffers from the inclusion a few seconds worth of useless talking. Usually artist grow up and leave the skits off the albums, I can only hope that the next Outkast record (fingers crossed) will be skit free and half as fun as this.
The album will be released on July 6th. You can stream it here
