Essential Listening: Brown Sugar – D’Angelo (1995)

Most folk only truly start to worry about their own mortality when people in their age cohort start to die.

And it may be that the first one doesn’t set off the dread and fatalistic thoughts. For the obstinate hedonists denial runs strong. But as middle age begins to encroach there’s eventually a death that will force you across that Rubicon. It doesn’t need to be someone famous either. I’d argue the effect is liable to be more potent if it’s someone that you know, you see often, you work with, especially if it’s a family member or friend. Clearly, I’ve been fortunate that nobody I know that’s my age has departed suddenly, yet.

I mention this as D’Angelo (real name Michael Eugene Archer) died earlier this month. He was only fifty-one. Only a few years older than me. That’s the first time I felt the sense of narcissistic unease at my advancing years and the increasing frailty that comes with it; will I still be around at fifty-one and in what physical state?

The initial surprise that a fifty-one-year-old man had died was eroded by the revelation that D’Angelo was gravely ill with cancer. While not a recluse, he was someone who was able to retain a reasonable level of privacy by not chasing the fatuous trappings and petty aspects of fame. We simply had no idea he was ill. When Charlie “The Machine” Sheen departs nobody will be surprised, and was anyone really shocked that Steve Irwin died by nature’s hand? The how, perhaps. That’s the enduring lesson with any death we find surprisingly sudden, particularly celebrity deaths, they may have reputations of hard living, chemical self-abuse, indulge in dangerous pursuits and pastimes, but these are often irrelevant to when. We’re all susceptible, at any minute.

Not to be greedy and continue with the self-centred theme, but it makes you wonder if we were deprived of another D’Angelo album. David Bowie at least got Blackstar finished before he succumbed. The doubt here is that D’Angelo wasn’t prolific. He only released three studio albums spanning twenty years. Bob Dylan, The Stones and The Beatles released one, sometimes two, a year in their pomp. Sustaining such abundance can be viewed as a positive or a negative. The common negative often being once great bands or musicians sullying their legacies with dross albums having run out of ideas. D’Angelo belongs in the former category, his discernment means there’s no filler in the catalogue. Listening to all three of his brilliant albums repeatedly over the last couple of weeks, Brown Sugar, his first, is not only my favourite, but I also firmly believe his best. Black Messiah, his final album, will appeal to some thanks to a funkier orientation. Voodoo will certainly be the one he’s renowned for and synonymous with – it was platinum several times over, a number one record in the US and made his name ubiquitous in the mainstream.

Brown Sugar has two distinct advantages over his other two albums, time and context. It was recorded in 1995. This was a glorious time for music generally but it’s close to an inflection point. We were reaching the end of a golden era of music which ran from the mid-sixties to the millennium, so there’s a tendency for me and people of my generation to excessively venerate the end of this period. What’s beyond dispute is Rap and R&B were king and in their heyday in the nineties. It was before all that fucking autotune and Atlanta trap dross converged, became vogue and ruined the genre. Back in the day you had Tupac and Biggie beefing. You didn’t have to hide that fact that you owned records that had writing or production credits belonging to Sean Combs and R Kelly. West Coast Rap was put on the map with G-Funk and Death Row Records. East Coast Rap was in its pomp too (be it Wu Tang, Mobb Deep and Gangstarr or progressive rap acts De La Soul, Brand Nubian and Tribe Called Quest). Early OutKast remains the best OutKast, and quality R&B acts were plentiful and hits as frequent as during the Motown era. And who didn’t love Blackstreet, Erykah Badu, TLC, Missy Elliott et al?

Brown Sugar induces febrile nostalgia because it’s sonic aesthetic is wholly nineties and sits comfortably in the zeitgeist of that era. It unashamedly taps into New-jack swing on “Smooth” and “Jonz In My Bones”, but most of the album’s influences are rooted in the soul and singers of the seventies and sixties. The organ on “Higher” is very Al Green gospel inspired and of course there’s a rather nice cover of Smokey Robinson’s “Cruising”.

The track which is also the album’s title is no Rolling Stones cover, but is as an ode to his partner Angie Stone, who also died too young and compositionally the bass and drums is reminiscent of “Sweet Sticky Thing” by Ohio Players. The more bass prominent “Alright” wouldn’t be out of place on Prince’s The Gold Experience and the brass on “When We Get By” is very the Sign o’ The Times. The vocal delivery on “Higher” is also very Prince Rogers Nelson. I say lifting from the best is a sign of great taste.

I advise you get the deluxe edition. Even though Brown Sugar was only reissued in 2017 it surely will be again soon with D’Angelo’s death. The extra tracks on the 2017 deluxe reissue are all sublime and will surely make the cut on the next reissue. The acapella of “Me And Those Dreamin’ Eyes Of Mine” emphasises the distinctiveness of D’Angelo’s delivery – a combination of Donny Hathaway’s warmth but also silky potency on the high end, evoking Marvin Gaye, both here and on “Lady”.

D’Angelo was unlucky to go at fifty-one, but he does leave behind Brown Sugar as part of an impeccable musical Hors d’oeuvre, and, as a musician, that makes him one of the fortunate. Will I be fortunate to leave behind something truly worthwhile? Probably not. Most of us don’t beyond our children, but at the very least I intend to leave behind a vinyl of this album to someone, even if it’s to some random in a charity shop. Thanks to D’Angelo I can pretend that’s altruistic. Salut.

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Song Of The Day – Money For Nothing by Dire Straits

From the album “Brothers In Arms” (1985)

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Song Of The Day – Spread Your Wings by Peabo Bryson

From the album “Crosswinds” (1978)

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Black Myth Wukong – the noob friendly soulsplayer?

It’s not good for me, I know, but I’m in the midst of a soulsplayers binge – Elden Ring, Elden Ring DLC, Dark Souls 3 and now Black Myth Wukong have been played in succession. When I’m finished with the latter the prospect of another Sekiro playthrough (using one of those masochistic ultra-difficult mods) appeals to me the same way a hit of crack rocked up using the purest Colombian raw would to an addict.

I used the word masochistic in the previous paragraph. Playing a Hidetaka Miyazaki soulsplayer cannot be done casually – your focus is entirely gripped by dread as mistakes and inadequacies are punished emphatically and the cost of failure is often punitive. Repeated failure breeds the kind of obsessive vanity that often proves destructive, eventually morphing into self-flagellation. When the anticipation of relief is finally, tantalizingly near, that, at last, your ordeal trying to beat this sodding boss is nearly over, nerves become your greatest enemy. As you whittle the boss’s health bar down to the last sliver, your frown deepens, a grimace appears, teeth gnash, and the heart starts to palpitate and the glands sweat more than Terry Waite chained to a radiator. To surmise – a true soulsplayer makes you feel and play in a state of desperation, like a noob.

And yes, I realise a man in his forties shouldn’t be using the term “noob”. Said terminology belongs to the chronically online incels, 4chaners or snobbish wankers who spend most of their waking hours on Discord convincing themselves they’re better than incels.

Anyway, we return to the question, is Black Myth Wukong a true soulsplayer? Nope. Now that isn’t intended to be a disparaging quip, and this isn’t me claiming not to be a noob player. Game Science may have intended Black Myth Wukong to sit alongside Dark Souls 3, Elden Ring and Sekiro in the soulsplayers pantheon, but because they’ve made something so engrossing and enjoyable that it isn’t a true soulsplayer doesn’t matter.

To get to the substance, Black Myth Wukong is simply not hard enough to belong to the genre. For two reasons – first, there simply isn’t enough jeopardy. Take Dark Souls 3, a perpetual state of panic is always lingering when exploring, because peril is as relentless as your character is frail; that you might fall to your death, get overwhelmed, be subject to a sneak attack, confronted by yet another fucking mini-boss, etc. This is especially heightened when you’ve exhausted your healing capability to pass several enemies. The prospect of failing and having to do this bit of the level again is agonizing because you’ll lose your souls and level progress. Black Myth Wukong does not punish failure beyond sending you back to your previous shrine. No sparks or items are lost, and shrines are generally plentiful and often favourably located.

Second, while there are a few piss boiling bosses in Black Myth Wukong, the portentous chatter of Yellowbrow and Erland is purposely aggravating, overcoming the Yoaguai Kings does not feel insurmountable. There is no Darkeater Midir, Sister Friede, Promised Consort Radahn, Isshin the Sword Saint or Malenia Blade of Miquella in this game, where the path to defeating them feels torturous and demoralisingly distant, especially during your early attempts. Yellow Loong was the boss I had the most bother with in Black Myth Wukong. It took me roughly fifteen attempts to beat him. This was mostly down to not optimizing my build, correctly allocating skills and initially failing to adopt an effective fight strategy. This is of the kind of irrational dogmatism that only belongs to an aging brain, but also reflects that the game’s difficulty often did not necessitate a deliberation on approach.

Difficulty aside, every other element of this game is phenomenal. It’s the most beautiful game I’ve ever played, and that extends to both character design and landscapes. The Chinese politburo needn’t bother with tourism advertising. China’s immensely varied topography and biodiversity is fully and gloriously represented in Black Myth Wukong with jungle, desert, caves, lava scorched hills and snow-covered mountains. The lushness of these landscapes serves a purpose beyond surface; it encourages extensive exploration. This leads to a minor gripe – invisible walls galore. I found myself wanting to get lost by just wandering off towards a random point in the distance, only to be frustrated by the game’s necessary linear constraints.

The care taken crafting the game’s aesthetic is also extended to elements of The Journey to the West’s mythology. Each chapter epilogue is an animated sequence, mostly Manga inspired, serving as a summary of the chapter’s lore and or themes. These manage to be visually beguiling and simultaneously squalid, peculiar and macabre. Traditional Chinese portraiture of defeated foes, as well as end of chapter paintings, operate as a vector into Chinese Buddhist mythology, making it feel accessible to us uninitiated Westerner scum who are also unfamiliar with Alan Watts. The novella entries for all enemies you defeat are there for the more discerning (aka the few people who still read) preceded by a poetic passage for those who don’t want to read anything longer than a paragraph.

My favourite of these belongs to Tiger Vanguard:

Gathering strength with a mighty roar,
Transforming stones, launching surprise once more,
A Loyal General with a heart so bold,
A noble fighter, lost in the age of old

Non-boss combat is moreish, at times strategic with the various staff stances, spells, spirits, relics, transformations, curios, armour and skill tree upgrades at your disposal. But to return to it again, their rapid accumulation proves too plentiful, and, even if used sub-optimally, combine to make your character too formidable. On my second playthrough I didn’t die until chapter three (of six), as you keep all your upgrades earned from the previous playthroughs. This does create a conceit in encouraging you to replay the game to experiment and master all staff attack combos, to max out the skill trees and collect every item.

Paradoxically, the challenge feature earned upon completion of your first playthrough is the game’s sternest test. You have to defeat several Yoaguai Kings or Chiefs in a row without dying, and your health or mana isn’t replenished between each fight. This feature has the feel of a late addendum, and, I’m probably projecting here, it’s as though the developers knew the base game’s difficulty wouldn’t satiate and appease soulsplayer fanatics.

Ultimately most games are truly memorable when they test the limits of your patience and endurance. Black Myth Wukong is the exception, it’s memorable without being a psychological blight. If Game Science are to make a follow up, as rumoured, give the noobs what they think they want but really need – make it tougher and more ruthless than the original. Gamers are all one and the same – there can be no feeling of achievement without a bit of suffering.

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Song Of The Day – D.A.I.S.Y. by De La Soul

From the album “3 Feet High and Rising” (1989)

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