A Tribe Called Quest – We Got It from Here… Thank You 4 Your Service


The trouble with recording an album in the lead up to a major event like the US presidential election, is that your efforts can suddenly seem tame and out of touch. While A Tribe Called Quest attempts to address some aspects of the last 18 months of nauseating electioneering, the album lacks the anger and urgency it needs to fit in with the fraught week the world has experienced.

We Got It from Here… Thank You 4 Your Service hits all the points you’d expect from an A Tribe Called Quest record. Smooth rhymes and beats, inventive use of familiar samples and loops, but it comes across as too sentimental — not surprising given the death of Phife Dawg during recording — and a tad pedestrian. Their lyrics tend to focus inwardly rather than apply a critical eye to the world in which we find ourselves, and while introspection is important, the world they create on this record seems too small, insular and limited. They sing about their lives, which is fair enough, but it isn’t what I want right now. That’s what got us into this mess.

It’s a tough pill to swallow. That a record so anticipated from a group so revered cannot provide the type of comfort I’m looking for. It might be unfair to expect it from them, but the best records tend to capture the mood of the world they were created in. I think immediately of Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Released in the aftermath of 9/11 and despite being written and recorded months before the event itself, it has become a touchstone for those first years of the 00s. I can’t help but relate We Got It from Here… Thank You 4 Your Service to the blindsiding we have all experienced and how out of touch and oblivious at least half the western world seems to be.

This record, for better or worse, will more than likely get lost in the endless noise and histrionics that have come to characterise 2016.


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