Oh No's been putting in his time. He's appeared here and there in sleek guest vocal spots with Medaphoar and others while making his name as a producer. Finally, on The Disrupt, he gets an album-length forum to drop both rhymes and some beats. The results are in, and Stones Throw's gold-trimmed assembly line has rolled out another solid record.
Oh No, born M. Paul Jackson Jr., allows a Madlib Invazion to go down for five of the seventeen tracks here, but he's Otis's little brother, so he pretty much has to. The Jackson siblings work well together, a union undoubtedly first forged in shared childhood chores. The chores are significantly more interesting on The Disrupt, as Oh No's noteworthy rhyme schemes are matched only by his evident knack for stringing together saucy soulful loops. Must run in the family.
On "Break," the emcee surrounds himself with sonic madness. He peddles a street-hustling yarn over a chaotic, synth-tinged beat that moves in and out, dressed up in occasional spacey organ washes and background shouts. The same fancy sound-and-wordplay occurs on "My Aggin," where Madlib handles a blunted, psychedelic backdrop for Oh No's pledge to his crew. And who told J-Dilla he could legally crib Phantom of the Opera's title theme? He did regardless, and it adds another layer to the already-sinister "Move," where Oh No drops the fastest gun on the record, lacing his verses with threats of "grabbing six feet of land and throwing it on top of you."
The Disrupt, as explained by Oh No on the intro, might not hit everyone at once. To effectively translate this idea into layman's terms, he lumps the record into the same category as weed. The album might be cheaper than trees and maybe even as universally appreciated, but instead of pinning the two against each other, they might work better as a pair, like he and his brother Madlib or J-Dilla do on the record. Without officially advocating the use of either The Disrupt or the aforementioned party favor, Oh No has finally gotten an LP's length of say, and it was worth the wait.
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