Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)

While I always enjoyed Mystikal turning up on other people's tracks, I never took the plunge with a whole album. The sheer intensity of his delivery seemed like something which would make for tough listening over an hour or more; but I found this in the racks like someone half remembered from school and it seemed like it would be stupid to just pass it by - rude even - and so once again here I am learning the error of my ways, nearly a quarter of a century behind the curve as per fucking usual.

Taxonomically speaking, Mystikal is to be found occupying roughly the same branch of the rap family tree as Fiend, Full Blooded, Ludachris, and possibly Busta Rhymes - gruffly voiced dudes who sound like they're about to explode most of the time. If the mighty Fiend can be considered the alpha male bullfrog of rap, then Mystikal is probably the Tasmanian devil - both the critter and the guy from the Bugs Bunny cartoons. My guess would be that the influence of James Brown looms large, although possibly not so large as the hellfire Baptists Mystikal almost certainly encountered growing up in New Orleans. His delivery is pretty shocking first time you hear it, the sort of thing that has you holding the speaker upside down to see whether it's broken. He yells, he whoops, he growls, he howls like his eyes are about to pop right out of his head with the sheer force of testimony, and he changes gear from rumbling tornado warning to five-hundred miles an hour with unpredictable ferocity - hence the title, I guess. All that booty-bounce My Little Pony rap which the yoots dem are so keen on these days began with either Mystikal or members of his platoon; so it's perhaps his fault, although to be fair, he did it a million times better and it's not like he's been sending out invitations to rip him off. The difference, I suppose, is that Mystikal's delivery remains clear no matter how close he gets to the point of lyrical meltdown, and he delivers shit that's worth hearing, which makes for incredible listening.

So, an entire album of this bloke pebbledashing one's lugholes actually works and isn't at all like listening to extreme metal, as I assumed it would be - although it could be argued that the growled chorus of Oh Shit! Motherfucker! Goddamit! on U Can't Handle This works a lot like some metal riff. It probably helps that Beats by the Pound, the No Limit label's in house production team really gave this album its own sound, one which could mostly be transposed to a live band as distinct from some of the weirder techno stutter with which they graced sets by C-Murder and the rest. So it's almost jazzy, or at least has jazzy overtones, bolted to hard as fuck beats blended in with chiming guitar funk, piano and so on; all of which keeps Unpredictable nicely grounded as our boy raps his face off - literally by the sound of it. It also helps that Unpredictable is good to the last drop with not a single skip button special in evidence. He keeps it moving and he keeps it startling, and I need to track down those other albums while I can still afford the fuckers. Unpredictable was one of No Limit's best beyond any shadow of doubt.