Big Boi, Sir Lucious Left Foot…The Son Of Chico Dusty
A joyous blast of gravity- and expectation-defying funk
"Damn, that was just the intro." Antwan Patton, aka Big Boi, murmurs this at the close of "Feel Me (Intro)", and it echoes our thoughts exactly. A minute-and-a-half silky crooning, burbling, Texas funk and Sergio Leone spaghetti-western whistling, the snippet calmly sets us up for the over 60 minutes of berserker, Technicolor funk that is about to follow. Sir Lucious Leftfoot, the first proper solo album from half of Outkast, suffered a well-documented series of setbacks before the non-record execs of the world got to hear it, and the way it sproings into view suggests it's been building up tension ever since its first deferred release date. With his trusted team of collaborators — the aforementioned silky crooning comes from longtime 'Kast associate Sleepy Brown, while Organized Noize provides the bulk of the production — Big Boi pushed in every direction at once: towards frat-rock on "Follow Us," towards the strip club on "Tangerine," towards heavy-breathing R&B balladry on "Hustle Blood."
All the while, Big Boi never leaves his position, sitting firmly wedged in the massive pocket of the beat — few rappers are able to inhabit a cluttered rhythmic space with his unflustered grace. His invention and control as he rattles his way through interlocking patterns and slips words into every crevice brings to mind the old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Bugs plays every position of the baseball team, including the chatty catcher. "I'm defyin' all the laws like a caterpillar flyin," he raps on "Daddy Fat Sax," a funny, unlikely boast that sums up the spirit of this long-awaited breakout — the forever-underrated half of the Kast blows everyone's expectations out of the water in one concentrated blast.