Worthnothings EP:Georgia Anne Muldrow

Artist: Georgia Anne Muldrow

Date Released: April 4, 2006

Label: Stones Throw

Produced By:

Tracklisting:
 * 1) Intro
 * 2) Larva
 * 3) Nothingness
 * 4) Hey
 * 5) Lo Mein
 * 6) Demise
 * 7) Cool World

Review: Stones Throw Records, arguably the most creative and essential hip-hop label in the game today, is stacked with truly individual artists; from beat-maker/producer extraordinaire Madlib to quivering soul crooner Dudley Perkins to paranoid electro-funk pioneer Gary Wilson, DJ/producer Peanut Butter Wolf’s roster is as diverse as it comes, but they have been missing an essential component of any good ensemble, a strong-minded woman. Georgia Anne Muldrow’s future funk-soul sound fits so snuggly into the Stones Throw niche its eerie. Written, composed and produced solely by her lonesome, the debut EP, ‘Worthnothings,’ is an emotional, multi-layered take on deep soul with a gritty hip-hop pulse that echoes back to free jazz and more specifically, Sun Ra vocalist June Tyson. Coming from a deeply musical family, her fathered invented instruments for Eddie Harris (!) and her mother performed with experimental soul-jazz pioneer Pharoah Sanders, its easy to decipher Muldrow’s influences, but her strongest characteristic seems to be the freshness she brings to a hit-or-miss genre. The EP sounds simultaneously modern and classic, not to mention light-years ahead of what the 22-year-old singer should sound like at her age. For her limited experience, she sounds abnormally mature and a bit jaded by the every day’s of life, which is reflected heavily by her poignant lyrics. With only one EP, Muldrow already seems to be distancing herself already from the forward-funk collective that’s groomed her (Sa-Ra Creative Partners, Platinum Pied Pipers), and I have a feeling that this is only the very beginning for the blooming songstress. It seems unfair that Stones Throw is now not only the home to most creative male mind in modern hip-hop/soul/jazz/funk, Mad ‘there is no genre I can’t create’ lib, but also his possible female counterpart. (Am I the only one dreaming of the limitless possibilities of a collaboration?) Mpardaiolo