The Aztext :: Who Cares If We're Dope? Volume One :: Elevated Press Records
as reviewed by Patrick Taylor

The Aztext are a Burlington, Vermont crew who have been making independent hip hop for the better part of a decade. It's been three years since their last release, 2007's "The Sacred Document," which was a solid album of old school, underground hip hop. Their latest album, "Who Cares If We're Dope?" is being released in four EPs, each featuring a different producer. Volume on features previous Aztext collaborator E Train.

The EP starts off with the hard-hitting "Just Like That." E Train channels 9th Wonder doing the Bomb Squad, with layers upon layers of soul samples creating a sonic collage. The Aztext lay out their mission, with Learic rapping:

"I'm on a mission to
Give hard-working people something to listen to
[...]
I simply find the best way to say the truth
Music is eternal youth
I use it as further proof
[...]
Cause we just build on what came before us
Predecessors who might have said it better
Why are we here?
We're all tired of the shit we hear"


They lay it all out in those bars. They make the kind of hip hop they grew up listening to, and use the mic to speak truth. There's no phony gangsta posturing, just honest rhymes. MCs Learic and Pro trade rhymes like Run DMC or the Beastie Boys. With their back-to-basics rhymes and E Train's crate-digging beats, its as if Puffy, Southern Rap, emo rap, or Kanye never happened. The Aztext live in an alternative universe where mic skills are more important than image, and where hip hop stayed firmly rooted in its original sound and aesthetic.

Given that context, it's interesting that "Time Is Just a Glare" uses the metaphor of hip hop as a prison, stifling creativity with its rules. "Conformed for too long/I want to move on," raps Pro. "Reinvent myself/New Artist/New Song." It's hard to tell if he's reacting against the current trends in hip hop that he wants to avoid, or the traditional sound that have become the Aztext trademark. On "Just Like That," Pro raps "Lately I'm terrified because the music doesn't speak to me," which further highlights their disconnection from the contemporary rap world.

The Aztext's response to this existential crisis of where they belong in the hip hop universe is to go as hard as they know how. "Rainy Day" sees them laying some introspective rhymes over melancholy soul, and they rap double time on "Waiting," It's the best song on the album, and not surprisingly was the track that inspired them to get back into the studio in the first place.

If you are a fan of traditional boom-bap, do yourself a favor and check out "Who Cares If We're Dope?" It's a welcome return from VT's finest.

Music Vibes: 7.5 of 10 Lyric Vibes: 7.5 of 10 TOTAL Vibes: 7.5 of 10

 
 
The Aztext and E-Train, Who Cares If We're Dope? Vol. 1 Album Review

By Dan Bolles [12.15.10] (Elevated Press Records, digital download)

When the Aztext’s last effort, The Sacred Document, rocked local ears in 2007, the trio stood at the head of the class in terms of both Vermont hip-hop and, arguably, local music in general. Since then, as the talented trio has maintained a low profile, Burlington’s hip-hop scene has undergone something of a renaissance. Where local hip-hop was once defined by a handful of disparate artists making ripples independently, the scene has jelled into a community, with several artists seemingly poised to make a cannonball splash. The prevailing wisdom was that the Aztext, widely acknowledged as the cream of the local crop in 2007, would be the first to make the leap. Almost four years later, and with a dynamic series of releases on deck for 2011, the group may finally make good on that paused promise. Exhibit A: Who Cares If We’re Dope? Vol. 1.

Rather than release a single full-length, the Aztext are taking advantage of a shifting paradigm in the music industry and debuting the album online as a series of “episodes,” each helmed by a different producer. It’s a savvy move. One, by dropping a new EP every two months, the band remains relevant long after the newness of a single release might fade. Two, by enlisting a variety of producers, the Aztext can highlight their signature versatility without sacrificing the continuity crucial to a cohesive album. Three, the EP is just friggin’ sick.

Vol. 1 was produced by longtime friend E-Train, of Vermont-born and San Fran-based hip-hop outfit the Loyalists. But he’s not the only notable guest. The lead cut, “Time Is Just a Glare” features VT expat Wombaticus Rex providing a cunning counter to Learic and Pro’s smooth, cerebral flow.

“Just Like That” highlights the Aztext’s greatest asset: the contrasting interplay between MCs. Learic balances Pro’s high-flying linguistic acrobatics with a measured yet aggressive cool.

“Rainy Day” is signature Aztext. Smart, subtle and incisive, it reaffirms everything we love but had perhaps forgotten about the group during their recent hiatus.

The EP closes on “Waiting,” which features Pro unleashing tongue-tying lines with startling ease over a sinewy half-time bounce.

It’s a shame we haven’t heard from the Aztext since George W. Bush was president. But Vol. 1 alone is worth the wait. Who cares if they’re dope? We do.

Who Cares If We’re Dope? Vol. 1 is available at iTunes, eMusic and Juno.

 
 
"“The Aztext and E Train: Who Cares if We’re Dope? Vol 1″ is the first installment, and let me tell you, shit is fire. I knew they would come hard with the new music, but was not ready for the dope stuff they have put together. I feel that everybody should appreciate true hip-hop like this."

- Nazztee Music blog
 
 
basically... the cut 'my poetry's a penatentury' birthed the whole concept of this track - the idea of being boxed into a prison of what hip hop wants us to be, creatively....
 
PRO:
conformed for too long | --> i want to move on
reinvent myself / new artist / new song 
i'm too gone to form a true bond
with bars of who's hardest | stop! | Time for evolUTION
attract the guard from a far with a fake heart attack
stole his keys left him hand cuffed with holler back
Get our personas back!  uttered the guard from his back
before he drown himself in cognac | 8
sprung from my cell, but the prison is huge ->
The Source of which is corrupting oblivious youth -->
Try to focus through the maze | just picture to the booth
but my visions confused | i'm seeing women and shoes 
i block it out | but ringtone of walk it out knocked me out
woke up, like fuck! whats the radio is talkin bout?
dropped my jaw to the floor | staring in awe -->
as people looted crazy 'til the city was poor 
 
LEARIC:
Locked up with language that's been strangled and mangled
I lie here with manacled ankles
I start to feel like a mannequin standstill
I panic and chant random slang until I'm a fans' thrill
Man's will makes him rise above
Those who try to hold him down in the tides and floods
The guards keep order watchfully
So that we don't grow a brain and start choosing a philosophy
I'm confined to my day and my time
Held responsible for whatever I say in a rhyme
That's why I avoid collisions with cliches
Rhymes written on trays and smuggled to DJs
I've heard talk of escape from various inmates
So that night my mind carried a big weight
Dropped my jaw to the floor, staring in awe
While people looted crazy till the city was poor
 
WOMBATICUS REX:
...my mind races inside confined spaces
how I learned to love the nine to five matrix 
played the waiting game until my talent was free
so balancing was just another challenge to me
see, I'm never satisfied with average rhymes
it's like a cage onstage doing that shit live
whatever you've written to defend your position?
just remember every single sentence is prison
and whatever it was,  it's already been done
just study the standard till you start measuring up
or give it back...see I'm actually admitting that
I picked the lock to any given spot that you can spit it at
I used to hide behind bars and watch riots


 
 
Just a little something on a rainy day
when the suns out shining, but your world is grey
put the record on blast, when it's in your box, smile .... 'and you can hear the bass for blocks' 
 
PRO:
I see the world as the place I live in
Everywhere, Every genre, --> / like the crates I dig in
to create this vision / I don't sleep
just stay awake and listen
to my heart beat  // filled with pain and friction 
too many people got a fame addiction
with no talent to back it up / just shameful wishin
i think their brain is missin / ain't no gain from a chain that glissen //
if no one respects what you say when flippin' 
for you little paris hiltons / it's the same for women
there's no need to sell yourself for a range to whip in
go to school / work hard / start obtainin' wisdom
and the sun'll come out as the rain is thinnin' 
people rap about rappin / that's a game for children
played while your mom sits up late in the kitchen //
praying that her son won't go away to prison
for being young, actin' up like there's no way they'll git'em // 
Its my Monopoly -i'll Topple your Lego building //
bars, Connect Four stuffed with Play-Doe fillin
(i'm saying) the game's bored, its got our Jenga tilting
so i'll Flood it back to perfect like a Halo villain
 
 
Just a little something on a rainy day
when the suns out shining, but your world is grey
put the record on blast, when it's in your box, smile .... 'and you can hear the bass for blocks' 
 
 
LEARIC:
This dreary landscape makes my weary hands shake
So much I couldn't roll a Dutch or give a handshake
I create for the sake of a fanbase
That's merged to give purpose to whatever we say
Voices raised, choices made, the noise is rain
Poison pain that controls your soul and brain
But if your goals remain vivid, your whole world can change with it
Ultimate price paid, this life is a strange visit
What is God?  Some deranged wizard?
Or is it sacreligious to paint pictures of unexplained scriptures?
Makes me think of the people that ain't with us
Gotta shout it out loud, which cloud'll rain quickest?
Our grave whispers to us
To live this life, there's no simple way to do this
That's why I be makin' music
From space you can see a lightning storm on Earth
Such a waste, fighting wars just to gain some turf
From the universe's birth on to its final moment
I'll continue to interpret symbols, signs, and omens
A giant oak tree that's growing
Those trying to provoke me to slowing are only keeping me going so...




 
 
Pro:
So there's no secrecy...
lately i'm terrified cause music doesn't speak to me
you think it scares you, it scares me equally
still rockin headphones but cant find a frequency
its harder recently
buying discs hoping some shit will click and re-enstate the beast in me
but there's no decency -->
just invented gimmicks || thats spitted pathetic and finished too leisurely
my life is pleasing me
just got engaged, plus a raise, my goals were met , checked, and exceeded b
but my demeanor be ||
easily peeved by these cheap bodies who be thieving my machinery 
breakdown the scenery
put all these rappers in a line and have'em define MCing means
i'll make your speakers bleed
not with volume but passion that be captured every time   i speak on beats
 
 
 tear this place down (lets go!)
you go crazy when you hear the sound
set it off, wherever you at
just like that CUT = JUST LIKE THAT
why are we here
cause you tired of the shit you hear
set it off all over the map
just  like that CUT = JUST LIKE THAT  
 
 
Learic:
I'm on a mission to give hard working people something to listen to
That's why I'm in a group
Leaving petty crews' tongues tied like tennis shoes
When we make more moves than chess players do
I simply find the best way to say the truth
Music's eternal youth, I use it as further proof
That's why we're making tunes inside a sacred room
You call it a studio?  We call it ancient ruins
'Cause we just build on what came before us
Predecessors who might have said it better, the point is...
We're just looking for a leg to stand on 
Hooks of lice looking for heads to camp on
To have you scratchin', natural reaction
If you're lacking the passion, it's no accident that you're crashin'
While you're recovering, above you we'll be hovering
Urging you to rediscover us, give us another spin
 
 
people need to recognize
that the best of times
hasn't yet to rise 
 
"yo man we on our way!"
 
we can see it in their eyes
their all hypnotized
by hypicrits with lies
 
"lets change their minds today!" 
 


 
 
"Speaking of new music, I’m excited to pass along that VT hip-hop heavyweights the Aztext have finally released the long-awaited follow-up to 2007’s The Scared Document. Or, at least, they’ve started to. Rather than release a traditional full-length, the trio is dropping its latest episodically, like a TV season. The first episode, The Aztext & E-Train: Who Cares If We’re Dope? Vol. 1 debuted Tuesday, December 7, on Elevated Press Records. Future episodes will come out every two months. And, not to spoil the review of the season premiere that will appear in these pages next week: This thing was worth the wait."  - Dan Bolles of 7dvt.com