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Van Hunt- "On the Jungle Floor"
by William Ashanti Hobbs
author and co-owner of Meroen
Press
June 2006
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The most introspective cat since Maxwell is back
and as under the radar as ever. With "On
The Jungle Floor", the second helping of
the artist's ever expanding landscape, we find
his lyrics and musical tastes consistently ambitious.
Still quirky and distinctive, Van Hunt continues
to pave his own road, passed the likes of the
comparable Terence Trent D'Arby and the more polished
voice of Eric Benet.
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He remains endearing and reflective, as shown
in jewels like "The Night Is Young",
a thoughtful ode into how we evolve (hopefully)
over the years.
Throughout the album, Van Hunt continues his dominance
over mastering contemporary melancholy in R&B
with that and other offerings like "Mean
Sleep."
Like Curtis Mayfield, his lines reach beyond simple
subject matter or basic formats of rhyme as shown
in the breezy "Thrill of this Love."
The lyrics of "Character" stylishly
question your soul's resilience while the groove
proves it is designed for cruising through streets
in the night, when the manholes spew steam and
people look you in the eye only in passing. "Suspicion"
(She Knows Me Too Well) and "Being A Girl"
showcases Van Hunt's undeniable flair for understanding
facets of the female psyche.
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"Priest
Or Police" has your boy delving into the sexy
groove that would have required no effort to spit
a Jamie Foxxx wanna-do-you-to-death steelo and
call it a wrap. Instead, Van Hunt veers into a story
of longing, joy and a constant quest to understand
the other half. Most who go this route wind up sounding
like girly boys damned to being dissed. Not this
dude, Van Hunt strikes you as a true philosopher
peep "Hot Stage Lights").
Van Hunt also goes deeper with the 80's rock
vibe of the debut album. Reminiscent of Prince's
"Dirty Mind" phase, "The End Of
A Slow Dance" will make you want to wear
a skinny leather tie and pull your hair over one
side of your face until it blinds you in one eye.
"Ride, Ride, Ride" will keep you in
that vein, with a lil' late sixties, Jimmy Hendrix
feel circa the Band of Gypsies period.
The understated reception to Van Hunt's sophomore
offering is as wrong as XM radio's taking Channel
61's The Flow off the mainline. Late Secretary
of State
John W. Foster stated that "one of the strongest
characteristics of genius is the power of lighting
its own fire." It appears Van Hunt's authentic
offerings are powered by a sense of dogged internal
artistic integrity. This is fortunate, because
as a busted toilet proves, you can't keep real
**** down for long.
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