

I first heard it about a week ago on DJ Envy & Lenny S’s We Gets Busy Pt. It’s the sort of collection of talent that seems assembled with the specific intention of making my brain explode, like if Ian MacKaye did a song with Corin Tucker and Craig Finn and John Darnielle. Lee, a hook from Southern legend Z-Ro, and verses from Bun, Pimp C, Young Jeezy, and Jay-Z. The weak moments almost outnumber the great ones: the cartoon-squeak Jazze Pha track, the ridiculous “Hail to the Chief” sample on “The Inauguration,” the inexplicable guest appearance from dumbshit Transplant Skinhead Rob.Īnd then there’s “Get Throwed.” On paper, it probably should be the rap song of the year: a beat from H-Town rumbler Mr. Instead, it comes off as a pretty good album from a strong B-list rapper with a lot of powerful friends, a patchwork hodgepodge of obligatory guest appearances and semi-inspired thug-talk.

Trill should be a revelation, the defining document in Houston’s moment of rap-landscape dominance and the definitive showcase of a guy who’s been breathing rap and accumulating experience since the South was a rap wasteland. But it’s not the album we were waiting for, the long-delayed solo debut of one of the greatest rappers of all time, a guy who has endured more than a decade of regional marginalization, record-label cluelessness, and personal upheaval on his long climb to the top of the rap world, someone whose tireless work ethic and authoritative eloquence and grizzled presence have finally brought him into a position where everyone in rap owes him favors, where his supremacy is universally recognized and the respect he’s long earned finally being granted. Sometimes it’s great: the painfully complete weary honestly of “The Story,” the unexpectedly sunny burst of playful Miami bass on “Git It,” the incomparable joy of hearing Chamillionaire and Paul Wall right next to each other on the “Draped Up” remix. Bun B addressing the first-ever UGK Conventionīun B’s Trill is a good rap album.
