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...Chilldrin's situation. While C.O.G. has the lingo and feel of urban America, there is little beneath the surface. The album is a blur of repetitive basslines that bleed from one track to the next; the rhymes are lousy, and the braggadocio and self-references that make contemporary rap such flamboyant entertaining falls flat here. It is difficult to distinguish the three group members except that they all fall off rhythm. As a result, the majority of the tracks on the album resemble each other too closely. Two tracks stood out, mainly because they resembled other artists' work. Anyone...
Perhaps the most listenable of Beck's rock-funk-bluegrass-soul-country-rap-electronica-polka menageries, the new Midnite Vultures adds soulful guitar licks, raging horns and many, many funk-inspired hooks to the usual mix of winsome melodies, carefully orchestrated electronic honking and bizarre lyrics produced by the world's hippest white guy. Played in its entirety last Sunday night on WFNX 101.7 FM, the album goes on sale...
...Milk and Honey" and the high-energy first single "Sexx Laws" remain sparse, highlighting the intertwining riffs which pop from guitar to bass to trumpet to sax and back. "Sexx Laws" and its driving horns might come straight from the James Brown songbook; other tunes could back up gangsta rap (though it's unlikely Method Man would tolerate this couplet, from "Hollywood Freaks": "We drop lobotomy beats/Evaporated meats"). The fantastically mellow "Debra" even features an impassioned falsetto vocal delivered to the world's most sensuous J.C. Penney clerk. "I wanna get with you," Beck says. "And your sister. I think...
...rocking Powerman 5000's hit Tonight the Stars Revolt. And here are a few of the things you can't buy: a "day-after" birth control kit, handguns, authentic-looking plastic guns, Playboy, rolling papers, the movie South Park, the video game Grand Theft Auto and any number of rap...
...came of age, teenagers were not celebrated, only tolerated, as though society said to us, "Come back to us when your skin clears up and you've shaved that cheesy mustache off your face." Out of ideas about how to deal with us, well-meaning adults herded us into "rap sessions" on the off-chance that we might console ourselves. I spent a good part of my teenage years hoping only to outlive the awkward indignities of adolescence. I prayed for the day when I'd be older--and, please God, taller--so I might assume the full status...