Darkness and light, anger and serenity, tragedy and comedy – these extremes are contained in Sage Francis, and they provide the foundation for Human the Death Dance, his best album to date. From the moment its curtains open to their drawing closed, Sage's fourth solo album (and his second for Epitaph) evokes the arc of its maker's lifespan – literally spanning the decades from his first recordings as an eight year-old rapper (captured on opener "Growing Pains") to the stark contemplation of his darkest days (on the subtly affecting closer, "Going Back to Rehab"). Between those two poles, Sage proves he's not just a rapper, nor just a spoken-word artist – he's the best lyricist of his generation.
Providence, Rhode Island's Sage Francis first captured the underground consciousness with a furious tape-only release, Homegrown Demo (1996), and then achieved renown as the country's best freestyle rapper by winning 1999's Superbowl Battle and 2000's Scribble Jam title. Sage won the second of those crowns wearing a Metallica T-shirt, hinting at his utter refusal to abide by hip-hop's orthodoxies, underground or otherwise. In fact, if there's an overriding theme to his career, it is this: where conformity ends, Sage Francis begins.
After retiring from the battle scene, Sage drove his distinctiveness home on his first official release, 2002's Personal Journals, a pioneering manifesto for the poetically introspective style that has come to dominate underground rap. Where that record showcased his facility with epic storytelling, 2003's Hope was its polar opposite, a joyous affirmation of Sage's love for the Golden Era (late '80s-early '90s) rhyme schemes and bite-size boasts and barbs. Released under the name Non-Prophets, Hope offered not just a revival of the old-school idiom, but a virtual channeling of the energies that gave birth to hip-hop itself.
If Personal Journals was his diary-as-manifesto, and Hope his ode to rap's golden era, then 2005's A Healthy Distrust (Epitaph) was his album-long screed against the state of the world, a stinging denunciation of corporate greed, Bush II's war-mongering ways, and, most importantly, America's collective complacency. On that album, Sage was an activist in the purest sense of the term – a person whose words and deeds inspire others to effect positive change at every
level: personally, locally, and globally. That's the guiding ethos behind the web-based community he co-helms at www.knowmore.org, which chronicles corporate attacks against democracy, human rights, and the environment.
On A Healthy Distrust, Sage was every bit the angry young man, his voice hurtling through the sound mix like a runaway train. What's initially shocking about Human the Death Dance, then, is just how relaxed the rapper often sounds – never complacent, but possessed of an understated confidence that reminds us we are in the hands of a master. That poise is all the more surprising when fused with this album's finely-wrought poetics, which document two of the toughest years of Sage Francis' life.
Over that span, the rapper's spent 14-plus touring the world (from North American to Europe all the way to Asia and Australia), been victimized by burglars while on holiday in Amsterdam, robbed twice in the same week while touring the UK, and lived through the painful break-up of a relationship he once figured would last a lifetime. If A Healthy Distrust presented the battle of Sage-against-the-world, Human the Death Dance is a document of Sage battling himself – airing out the trials, the misdeeds, and the hopes of the only person he can really trust: himself.
HTDD is an album in two halves, harking back to the two-sided LP classics of yore. The first section is loose and playful, the work of a microphone controller at the top of his form. On tracks like "Civil Obedience" and "Midgets and Giants", we witness Sage in full flight, calling out corporate whores and industry fakers with the kind of virtuoso flows few other rappers can match. The centerpiece is "Got Up This Morning", a smoky back-room blues number featuring the smouldering vocals of Jolie Holland and a relaxed honkytonk beat from Sage's old friend Buck 65. "Clickety Clack" also stands out as a first-half highlight; written in the hours after he was robbed in Amsterdam, this is Sage's revenge fantasy, a darkly baroque account of vigilante justice, and a stinging parody of the mindless thug-rap clogging our airwaves.
The song suite which makes up HTDD's second half