The majority of Black Up, the debut full length from Seattle rap group Shabazz Palaces is heady hip-hop for intellectuals, something you wouldn’t really dance to. However, its last track, “Swerve... the reeping of all that is worthwhile (Noir not withstanding)”... actually isn’t all that danceable either. I mean, if you were high off PCP and decided to take a stroll outside for whatever reason, I guess it would be understandable. Or like if you were in the middle of something like the Dancing Plague of 1518 and your iPod had spontaneously combusted and you were only presented with this song, then it would kinda make sense.
Alright, listen. If you were tied to a chair in an abandoned airport hanger with a gun pointed at your head with someone saying they would shoot you if you didn’t dance to one song in their incredibly limited but inexplicably eclectic iTunes library, I guess you would choose “Swerve” over, like, “Runaway Train.” But then you’d put it on and the guy would be like, “Oh shit, I totally forgot this was in my record collection,” which would distract him enough that you could disarm him and knock him unconscious and use his smart phone to call the police to get a lock on your location to get you back home.
And then after that, with the song still playing, you’d be like, “Wow, this is actually a really awesome song,” and do that head bob thing people do when they really like a song but think they’re too cool to dance to it. But no actual dancing. “Swerve” is not a song for dancing.
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