Serengeti, Saal (February 12, 2013)
David Cohn, who raps under the name Serengeti, is a vignette expert. He can summarize a character’s entire life — or at least someone’s crux and turning point – within a three-minute song, whether it’s the loser UFC-wannabe who finds vindication in a bar fight on “The Whip,” or the man suffering a painful breakup on “Dwight.” The former is meant to be a cleverly told joke; the latter is constructed around a series of anxious questions to the girlfriend who now rejects him. Both songs, which hail from his 2011 album Family&Friends, epitomize the sardonic humor and deeply unsettling melancholy on which most of his catalog rests. His best work is akin to short story collections in how they sustain an emotional tone through an exploration of, to paraphrase Henry David Thoreau, men that lead lives of quiet desperation. (There’s a third stream in Serengeti’s catalog: the bizarre odyssey of ’90s boom-bap also-ran Kenny “KDz” Dennis, as told through 2006′s Dennehy, 2010′s There’s a Storm on the Homefront and last year’s hilariously mocking Kenny Dennis EP.)