The album on which
DJ Premier and
Guru perfected the template that would launch them into underground stardom and a modicum of mainstream success.
Guru's deadpan monotone delivery was shockingly different from other early-'90s MCs, many of who were either substituting charisma for substance or engaging in hardcore "realism" without really commenting on black inner-city life or offering ways to alter the situation for the better. But it is
Guru who sounded like the real clarion call of and to the street on
Step in the Arena ("Why bring ignorance/where we're inviting you to get advancement," he intones on "Form of Intellect").
Step in the Arena was the first real mature flowering of his street-wise sagacity. His voice would grow more assured by the next album, but here
Guru imparts urban wisdom of a strikingly visible variety. It's easy to allow yourself to get caught up in the fantasy of hardcore rap, but it is somewhat more involving and disorienting to hear truth that avoids exaggeration or glorification.
Guru is not easy on any aspect of the inner city, from the "snakes" that exploit the community ("Execution of a Chump") to those that are a product of it ("Just to Get a Rep"), and the result is a surprising but hard-fought compassion ("Who's Gonna Take the Weight?" pleads for the acceptance of responsibility, for not taking the easy path). He seems to have somehow developed a hopefulness out of the bleak surroundings.
DJ Premier was already near the top of his game at this early point. His production seems less jazz-fueled on
Step in the Arena, opting more for spare guitar lines and tight beats, as well as his unmistakable vocal cut-up style of scratching for a slightly warped and out-of-phase soundscape. ~ Stanton Swihart