And the rest? Hell, I’m not going to gripe about an esculent hook like “one marrow roasted / spend it on the rosemary bread, lightly toasted / drizzle with the vinaigrette / stuff dutches and it’s pulling like a cigarette.” 8/10 Dig deeper– as his verbal dexterity and apt beats will encourage you to do– and you’ll find poignant reflections on everything from his mixed feelings about his dad to his anger at an ex to his anxiety over his small penis. His subject matter, though, is for the most part limited to drugs, hoes, and food– or so a cursory listen would have you believe.
And to be fair, there is quite a bit of substance here. The culinary metaphors are witty, but, as this Feinschmecker should know, a great flow needs some meat as much as a great voice does (*cough* Maria Carey), or great guitar chops (*cough* Jeff Beck). The Bronsolini is talented, but he’s no show-off: a show-off doesn’t release a track like “9-24-2011,” in which he botches the lyrics– multiple times. Sure, Danny Brown has a song about being a eating pussy, but could Danny Brown indite a line like “she grew a bush just like a baby plant / still I ate it, like it was bucatini razor clams”?
Challenging samples, like the ballsy strings-only in opener “Pouches of Tuna” or the ballsier theft from Ghostface Killah (to whom Action is always compared, though I think Nas is just as accurate) in closer “Tapas,” establish beyond all doubt that, at least on a strictly technical level, Action Bronson belongs to a very elite group of rappers. It turns out Party Supplies not only has a damn good ear, but an eclecticism that leads him to sample everyone from Aaron Neville to Frank Zappa. Lecter, except for exchanging a established producer for someone who goes by “Party Supplies” and hails from, I kid you not, Williamsburg. NYC’s most famous Albanian rapper-by-day/chef-by-night hasn’t altered his style much since his promising and overlooked debut, 2011’s Dr.
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