Maybe it’s due to the gentrification of his home Brooklyn, where flocks of moustache-hipsters walk through the streets of Biggies and Jiggas, that »Brooklynight« exchanged the jazzy beach-idyll of Sene’s debut »A Day Late & A Dollar Short« for eclectic synthie-warmth. After five years at the Leftcoast and an attempted Rap-career, it was time to come home and to step out of the shadow of his mentor. Sene, the down-to-earth protégé of Blu, embodies the classic values of the New Yorker MC-School: focused on lyrics and ready to put content before flow. His strengths have always been storytelling (»The Fortune Passport«) and dark-colored onomatopoeiae (»The Feel Reel«, »Cut Classic«), which always eradiate authenticity and closeness. He’s no man for shopping sprees on Times Square, but a normal boy from Brooklyn. Nevertheless, his outstanding power of observation sometimes collides with the solid, but unspectacular metronome-metrics of his flow. It seems a little stiff, when alongside Brown Bag-All Star Soul Khan he coughs strange commonplaces like »If there was no color/ there would be no art« into the membrane. Senes delivery goes straight into the ear on light Sequencer-mashers like »Holyday« with Denitia Odigie or Backpack-2.0-Jewels like »Backboards«, but it floats out of it rightaway as well. The surely existing qualities of this sociocritical poet of today is bound to be overseen by generation ADHD. Maybe, an album like »Brooklynight« is just too unagitated for our fast moving hypetrak-times.
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