Some critics will critique the introduction and tracks nine and eleven which feature “Big Moe” for breaking up the flow of the album and music. Most times introductions and skits are undesired as they rarely add creativity that warrants a disruption; however, Still Rising is one of those exceptions where the introduction is well put together and the skits are kept short and add creativity and concept to the album. After countless rotations of the album, there was never a thought or movement to hit skip. 

The production is always on point and hot. There is a spectrum of creativity that shines in distinct shades like the colors of the rainbow. Brother Maniac, Big D Makin Tracks, Rico Da Don, Mike Hughes, Thurston King and Hitmaka get credit for the exceptional production that blesses the gems that stud this release. 
Each beat is laid perfectly and fine tuned to compliment the well written and delivered lyrics that strike fans hard with impact. Brother Maniac is not only an exception song writer, he is a gifted performer. The music blossoms as entertainment being more than simply music. The level of creativity is as impressive as the flawless execution of the lyrics. 

The majority of the tracks are imprinted with a fun vibe which to describe as catchy is an understatement. For example, after listening to songs such as “Superstition” fans are head nodding and grooving even when the decks are off. The album, “Still Rising”, has exceptional flow and is one of those albums that can loop forever. The music is never dull and the songs mesh extremely well without sounding the same. The flavor is always delicious. The music is about good times, life and love. 

This album is not hard core gansta rap where gun shots are delivered between words. The music and lyrics are not full of anger, hate and foul language spit with rage. The music isn’t a broadcast to promote violence. The music is something everyone can listen to, appreciate and relate to. You do not need to be an impoverished renegade to get jiggy with this album and, or Brother Maniac. 
This is heavy rotation material and quite possibly the best hip hop album you’ve never heard. Still Rising is gold worth every ounce of listening attention and deck injection. Highly recommended listening.
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I almost didn’t review this when I saw it was a rap CD. I had a million excuses. I’m too white, I’m too old, and I have to get to the post office to mail my Nerd Quarterly subscription payment before it closes. Thankfully, I had enough curiousity to put Still Rising on my CD player before sending it to another writer. 

Lord. Have. Mercy.

To simply call this “rap” is shortchanging Brother Maniac in the worst way. This is skilled musicianship, blending rap, hip-hop, funk, jazz, soul, and in the case of the title track, a bit of reggae. The one-minute intro gives you plenty of warning. Orchestral with a hint of danger. Lush keyboards, a powerful female vocal, a mood of building excitement. THIS is how you want to be introduced.

In track after track, the music is not just a beat for the rappers to yell over. It’s powerful, infectious, and seductive enough to pull someone like me right in. It helps that I connect with what he’s saying. I’ve been writing about indie artists for over ten years, and “We Get Our Hustle On” should be officially designated as the National Anthem for Independent Artists. The lyrics are about street teams, touring, selling merchandise, and basically working his ass off. 

I hesitated before I played “Supersition.” Stevie Wonder’s song is one of my top three favorite songs. It has been in the top three since I was a kid, and I just turned 40, and it still hasn’t budged. I get tense when people start remaking songs I consider sacred and perfect just the way they are. I reluctantly settled in to listen.

Again, Lord. Have. Mercy.

I don’t think Stevie would mind. I sure as hell don’t. This is the most soulfully joyful version of this song I’ve heard outside of Stevie himself. Brother Maniac slows down the tempo a bit and lets a midnight jazz groove emerge. It doesn’t feel like he’s adding anything to the song at all. It’s like he’s simply slowing it down to let us hear another side of it, another vibe that was always there, but we just didn’t hear it over the horns. He even raps over it without turning it into background music. I can’t wait to play this in my car. 

What connected me most of all, underneath the powerful music and glorious vocals of all these tracks, was the positive message. Brother Maniac’s delivery is hardcore, but his philosophy is practical and wise. The underlying theme of each track is hard work, staying clean, setting a good example for the kids, and staying close to your Highter Power, whomever that may be. “There’s more to life than cars, money, and guns,” he says firmly in “The Ghetto,” and that’s where this suburban middle-aged white girl can stand right with him.

Well, I’ll only be standing for a few minutes. At some point, if he keeps playing stuff like this, I’ll have to start dancing again.
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