Full disclosure: I am a big-time dork for the early ‘90s east coast boom bap sound, especially if it’s heavy on jazz samples, since I’m also a big-time dork for jazz. This, of course, means I’m a big-time dork for A Tribe Called Quest. The Low End Theory and Midnight Marauders can go toe-to-toe with Illmatic and Enter the Wu-Tang and Stress: The Extinction Agenda and The Infamous and... shit, you name it. I’ll even stick up for Beats, Rhymes, & Life.
I also love a very specific type of music writing, one I don’t see often. Obviously I don’t mean the Billboard puff pieces that’ll praise a song for its “club feel” or something similarly meaningless. What’s more, I’m not talking about the standard-issue Rolling Stone/VH1 stuff, which comes off like hagiography and tends to place musicians in museums. A Rolling Stone writer can tell me that the Who got the crowd to stand up at Woodstock, but can they tell me what the Who mean to them? Their personal history with the band, their experience with them, the exact appeal? So much writing about music plays at a certain objectivity, but I’m not in it for that, because of how easily it reduces to a series of dull bullet points. The Who had four guys in the band, they sold this many records, they did rock operas and famous live shows, Pete Townshend got into spirituality and synthesizers Keith Moon blew his drums up onstage that one time. Ok, fine, but what do you feel when you listen to the music?
I’m also a big fan of Hanif Abdurraqib. Did I bury the lede there or what? Regardless, They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us is one of the most moving books about music I’ve ever read. I mean, I was moved by an essay about My Chemical Romance, and I don’t even like that band. Abdurraqib is skillful at weaving it all together: the sound and story of the band, his own experience listening to them and how this experience ties to his own life, and the bigger sociological questions - less Woodstock myth, more Black Lives Matter reality. He gives you the full picture. The music, his own life, the currents of history swirling around him. The total effect is terrific; he and Jessica Hopper are my two favorite people currently writing about music, maybe even my two favorite music critics ever. I guess what I’m saying is these three factors form like Voltron, if you don’t mind me mixing my classic east coast rap crews, into a book that I was predisposed to love before I even picked it up.
And love it I did, although I have a complaint. A certain Midnight Marauders skit informs us that A Tribe Called Quest has four members. Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, and Jarobi. A, E, I, O, U. And sometimes Y. Tip and Phife get plenty of recognition in this book. Jarobi is barely a footnote, but that made sense to me, since the dude was barely even a member. His first verse on a Quest album was on 2016’s We Got It Here, if that gives you a sense. But Ali Shaheed Muhammad, who stuck around from the beginning and who worked alongside Q-Tip in the producers’ booth, remains a cypher through the book. You get a strong sense of Tip’s and Phife’s difficult relationship: how Tip had to at first drag the teenage Phife into the studio (it’s why he barely appears on People’s Travels), how Phife pushed himself on the next two albums to match Tip and turned in some of the all-time great rap verses in the process (see “We Can Get Down” and “Check the Rhime” for the most famous examples), how Tip’s increasing ambition left Phife feeling sidelined and probably broke the up the band. Yet I wanted to know where Muhammad stood in all this. Was he happy to create beats alongside Q-Tip, happy to follow the man’s direction? Did he feel any burning ambition of his own? Granted, this book doesn’t present itself as a biography of Quest, but I feel like this was a bit of a missed opportunity.
Other than that, though? Goddamn. Abdurraqib pulls off a skillful balancing act throughout this book. He’s always honest about Quest’s work; how he feels about the individual albums, what they mean to him, the fact that he didn’t feel Beats, Rhymes & Life and The Love Movement as much as the first three. On the other hand, he gives you a good sense of the albums; where the group was at mentally when they made them, the frictions that powered their early work and led them to a premature breakup, the way the public responded to them, the way the group members (Phife especially) grew and changed as their music did. This is what separates the best writing about music from the worst: Abdurraqib’s considered subjectivity, informed and yet always honest.
The comedian Scott Aukerman has a great quote. I’m probably going to mangle it, but it goes a little something like this. “It’s always beautiful when someone shows you part of your soul.” There’s a lot of truth to that, and it’s what Abdurraqib does here. He gives you a look into his love of the group, and with it, the forces that shaped his appreciation for the music. You don’t even have to like rap to like this book. Though, I mean, it definitely helps.