When Chicagoan Chance the Rapper delivered his verse on “Ultralight Beam,” the opening song from Kanye West’s The Life of Pablo, there was a lot going on—sly homage was being paid to West; rappers were being put on notice (“This is my part/Nobody else speak”); and, most importantly, Chance was encapsulating his past, asserting his present, and telegraphing his future. He was finally positioning himself as a rapper to be reckoned with from a mainstream podium, but he was also delving deep into Christian ideology, with allusions to Noah’s Ark and Lot’s wife, with his “foot on the Devil’s neck till it drifted Pangaea.”
That verse rolled out the red carpet for Kanye’s long-awaited album, but it doubled as an announcement of Chance’s new Coloring Book (then given the working title Chance 3), which may very well be the most eagerly-anticipated hip-hop project this year that doesn’t come attached to an actual record label. West billed his album as “a gospel album with a whole lot of cursing on it,” but The Life of Pablo wasn’t that; it was a rap album with some gospel overtures. Coloring Book, however, fits the billing, packing in so much gospel verve that it sounds like Hezekiah Walker & the Love Fellowship Crusade Choir are going to drop into half the tracks and recite 1 Timothy 4:12 in chorale. Instead, we get Kirk Franklin promising to lead us into the Promised Land, alongside appearances by demonstrated materialistic heathens like 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, Young Thug, and Future—and the result is an uplifting mix that even an atheist can catch the Spirit to.
Thematically, Coloring Book is a far cry from Chance’s previous efforts. His debut mixtape, 10 Day, was a small, heavy-lidded odyssey of being suspended from high school “for chiefin’ a hundred blunts”; his breakthrough, 2013’s dilated Acid Rap, contained songs about being a “Chain Smoker” and confessions of “cigarettes on cigarettes/My momma think I stank/I got burn-holes in my hoodies.” But here, on Coloring Book, Chancelor Bennett observes that “we don’t do the same drugs no more” over acoustic piano and choristers backing his sentiments. He says the song is not about drugs, but it still comes off as a sobering admission from a rapper who once dedicated a small travelogue to taking acid south of the U.S. border.
“Music is all we got,” Chance professes on “All We Got,” the inaugural number featuring the Chicago Children’s Choir and West returning the “Ultralight Beam” favor—but it’s clear from the outset that this is Chance’s show. His vocals—elastic and taut, all jerky grace, full of word-sound collages that hearken back to his spoken-word genealogy— are now almost fully dedicated to God and being high on life. “I get my Word from the sermon/I do not talk to the serpent/That’s a holistic discernment,” he raps before threatening to “give Satan a swirly.” Although his puerility remains intact, his fervor is amplified as never before.