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The latest of Mad Decent boss Diploâs extra-cool, super-now mixtape projects, Free Gucci features new remixes of the currently incarcerated Atlanta rapper â contributors include Flying Lotus, Salem, Zomby and more â and has already generated more than its fair share of internet beef, guaranteeing that the tape will be remembered more for the fuss involved than the music on show.
Free Gucci starts off with a big sweat whiff of mixtape ego, a car commercial voice announcing that no one has swaggah like Mad Decent, and that Diplo is the crunkest DJ in the world. Following this proclamation is a mash-up of Gucciâs âDangerâs not a Strangerâ and Mariah Careyâs âCanât let Goâ instrumental. The satirical effect of the bootleg could have been played up or toned down â either approach would have made the track more interesting. As it is, itâs simply pleasant and easy on the ears, but nothing to write home about.
Following Bird Petersonâs unfortunate mix of âDope Boysâ is an appearance by Memory Tapes, taking on âExcuse Meâ. Thereâs almost no connection between Gucciâs vocals here and the instrumental, but the backing is brilliant and tightly wound. In fact, itâs possible that this would have been better with no Gucci at all, which is almost never true of anything. As one of the better instrumentals on this tape, itâs puzzling why its relationship to the vocal sounds so arbitrary â one wonders if Diplo requested the instrumental then tacked on vocals after.
Moving on, the Douster remix of âFrowny Faceâ deserves credit for trying to recreate the sort of instrumental (a Bangladesh instrumental more precisely) that Gucci might actually choose, pulling the vocals and backing closer. Emynd follows with a remix of the same track and calls in a new verse from Playboi Tre, who really gels with the juked out instrumental. A DJ Teenwolf remix, minimal and timbre-conscious, follows, and leads us into mixtapeâs sweet spot.
Dubbing out Gucciâs drawl to compliment the angular, hypnotic quality of his beat, the ever-prolific Zomby follows with a wonderful, swarming treatment of âBoiâ, a creative take that conjures up images of a flock of Gucci birds circling a throbbing, dark glass pyramid. Free Gucci then slides into Salemâs beautiful re-work of âMy Shadowâ, the gem of this tape. Channeling and accentuating the deep-lying, emotional essence of Gucciâs verses, Salem produce a wholesome composition from a minimal set of elements, looping the trackâs chorus to great effect. Diploâs obnoxious tag at the end only partially subverts its beauty.
Flying Lotusâs remix of âPhoto Shootâ has been hovering around the barn rafters of the blogosphere for a while now. This beat is a bat scrambling wildly through the air, blinded and lost in sunlight like a dark demon spirit possessing Gucciâs voice, puppet-like, then swallowing it whole. Really thereâs not even need for a vocal on this dizzy instrumental; Gucciâs choruses sound like smothered cries buried underneath it.
Meanwhile Mumdanceâs remix of âI Be Everywhereâ is noticeable in the same way the Douster remix is, for sounding organic in relation to Gucciâs vocal. Itâs got a slick sitar intro, and is way better than the next remix of âI Be Everywhereâ; metallic dubstep afterbirth trash courtesy of DZ.
At this point the tape is limping, half-dead. Willy Joy and DJ Benzi offer up rhythmic accuracy, half-baked club references and not much else, while the last track is a Diplo remix with some mentionable percussion work, but not enough to make it stand out. Luckily someone had the great idea of calling in Lil B for a verse to save it; more kudos are given for calling in new guest appearances to compliment the old ones.
To summarise, Free Guci could have gone a lot better, or it could have not gone at all. Thereâs definitely no harm in downloading it, as itâs free, or you could just go after the full length versions of the stronger tracks (Zomby, Salem, Mumdance, Flying Lotus) if and when they become available. Creditâs deserved for Diplo et al taking on this project and giving away the results for free, but Free Gucci could have done with looking back on a long history of stale gangster rap remix projects, and rap remixes in general. Vocals that sound arbitrary, the familiarity of original instrumentals distorting our expectations of new ones, sound files that offer none of the impact of working with real live vocalists â itâs all here.
Still, as much as one might cringe at the idea of capitalizing on Gucci Maneâs jail term, Iâm intrigued to hear if another similar project yields more evolved and creative results.
Chris Powers