This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Toronto rapper Choclair first got his foot in the door on the legendary Canadian hip-hop cut Northern Touch. For his sophomore album Memoirs of Blake Savage, however, he heads due south — all the way down to Cali to soak up the sounds of Dre and Snoop Dogg.
The Memoirs of Blake Savage is a 70-minute cruise down the streets of Long Beach, with Chocs at the wheel of a tricked-out convertible low rider, blowing blunts of chronic, blasting bass-heavy funk on the Alpine and trying to sweet-talk every woman he sees into coming with him to a party at the Playboy Mansion — when he isn’t regaling his buddies with X-rated tales of his last romantic conquest. OK, so suave flossing and P-Funketeer grooves aren’t exactly novel in the rap game. But so what if tracks like Funk Yard Dawg and When I’m High sound like something from a Dogg Pound CD? It could be worse — he could sound like Snow. That’s a northern touch nobody needs.
