“Vibe” makes good on the promise Tha Dogg Pound broke on their half-hearted comeback album: to craft something so platonically, unmistakably “West Coast” that it could zap your glaucoma into oblivion. Daz has come a long way as a G-funk revivalist, and his productions reflect a matchless grasp of the aesthetic: texture is king, not New York’s old grit and naturalism, but a breezing physicality—rubbery bounce plus silky groove. Listen to the pas de deux between the synths here, one unfurling bittersweet, ribbonlike lines, the other unloading dense bricks of sound. At this tempo, they call to mind an unhurried stroll down the main drag.
The “G” in G-funk, of course, stands for gangsta, and the ever-present whiff of violence always blended mysteriously well into these smooth, easygoing sonics. But unlike the rest of third album Dogg Chit, little more than a score-settling marathon, "Vibe" ratchets down the menace, stressing the damp flip side to the thug lifestyle. This crew is merely trying to avoid a lonely night. Daz and Kurupt fall back on the slow-jam arsenal, boasting lightly about the contents of their garages, while Snoop's hook rains affirmation, a long downpour of "You can" phrases meant to outflank the girl's Maginot Line with a sense of sheer possibility. The chemistry, they winkingly assure, will follow. - ROQUE STREW
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