Album Review: It’s About Time by Majestic MC & Shotyme
Released in 1996 under Aero Dance Productions, It’s About Time is a vibrant collision of Hip Hop and Electronic beats with a heavy lean into the Hip-House style. Hailing from the US, Majestic MC & Shotyme crafted an album that feels like a time capsule of mid-’90s club culture—equal parts gritty, experimental, and undeniably funky. With tracks like “One More Night” and “Chi-Town Thang,” this record manages to stay memorable even decades later.
Let’s talk about “One More Night.” This track hits hard right outta the gate, blending sultry vocals with a pulsating bassline that just doesn’t quit. It’s one of those songs where you can almost picture the neon lights flashing on a packed dance floor. The lyrics are simple yet sticky, sticking to your brain long after the song ends. You find yourself humming it while waiting for your coffee or stuck in traffic. There’s something raw and unfiltered here—a vibe that says, “We didn’t overthink this; we just made it groove.”
Then there’s “Chi-Town Thang,” which stands out as a love letter to Chicago’s house music roots. The beat has that classic Windy City bounce, but what really grabs you is how effortlessly Majestic MC spits his verses. He’s not trying too hard to impress; he’s just telling stories and letting the rhythm carry the weight. It’s got this organic energy that makes you wanna nod your head and maybe even bust out some awkward moves if no one’s watching.
The rest of the album keeps things eclectic. Tracks like “Tribal Chants” bring an almost primal vibe, while “Eating My Puss’E” (yeah, I know) leans into cheeky humor without losing its musical edge. And let’s not forget “Enalulating Rhythm”—a title so bizarrely spelled it deserves props just for existing. Each song adds its own flavor to the mix, making the album feel less like a cohesive project and more like a wild night out where anything could happen.
Looking back, It’s About Time isn’t perfect. Some tracks feel dated, and the production occasionally shows its age. But that’s part of its charm. In a world obsessed with polished perfection, this album reminds us that sometimes, imperfection is what makes art human.
Here’s the kicker though—listening to this album today feels like stumbling across an old VHS tape at a garage sale. Sure, it’s fuzzy around the edges, but once you hit play, you’re transported somewhere else entirely. Who knew a couple dudes from the US could bottle up the essence of ‘90s nightlife so well? Guess they were ahead of their tyme… or should I say time.
