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Body Count
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Murder 4 Hire
Escapi Music
Release: 08/01/2006
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Rated:
Review by:
J Sherrod
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The self-proclaimed "O.G." rapper (Original Gangsta - for
those of you WAY too white) Ice-T is back with his metal
band Body Count. Though I'll add a few choice words for
their new album, Murder 4 Hire, I think "putrid"
sums it up best. If such a thing as audible shit exists, then
this is a prime example.
It's been fourteen years since Body Count's self-titled debut
shook the nation with "KKK Bitch," "Momma's Gotta Die
Tonight," "There Goes The Neighborhood" and of course the
mega-controversial "Cop Killer." Things have changed since
then and only 2/5 of the original line-up remain. Drummer
Beatmaster V died of leukemia in '96, bassist Mooseman was
killed in a drive-by shooting in 2000 and guitarist D-Roc died
of lymphoma this past summer, leaving only Ice-T and lead
guitarist Ernie C to carry on the band's name.
I can honestly say I own the original version of Body debut
(before "Cop Killer" was pulled) on cassette and still listen to
it on occasion. I also own 1994's Born Dead,
which is decent, but I could tell the shine had worn off the
band already. By the time 1997's Violent Demise: Last
Days came out, I had lost interest in the band. It
didn't matter much because several people told me it wasn't
worth a damn and they were sorry they spent their money
on it. Though I personally never heard it, I would bet that no
matter how bad they said it was it couldn't be as awful as
Murder 4 Hire.
This album sucks in every possible way...and then some.
The lyrics are stupid (all printed inside in case you need
proof), the vocals and music are lame and the
recording/production is pathetic - with every song
complimenting the next in its retardedness.
The doo-doo begins right from the very start when Ice
reminds us the "BC's back in da house," then drops an
annoying chorus that doesn't rhyme right from the top and is
repeated excessively through out the song. Ice was a
one-time great MC, but some things just don't work and
"Play the game/get cash/get paid/Get your money/get your
power/get your bitches man!" just don't cut the mustard no
matter how you try to mispronounce the word
man.
"End Game" makes no sense whatsoever. Ice spits "I was
readin' the news the other day and they called me a
Gangsta. I never...blah blah blah." Hold up a minute Ice,
don't you call yourself a Gangsta? That's running with dumb
right out the gate! After that, the song just keeps rollin'
downhill like a yellow snowball becoming larger and larger
until it eventually fucks up somethin' in its path.
Since I have nothing positive to say about this album I'll just
point out some of the songs that stank (not stink, STANK):
"The Passion Of The Christ," "You Don't Know Me" and the
title winner "In My Head" - about Ice's obsession with this
girl. These songs alone would make you call the septic man
to suck this turd of a record out of your
establishment.
I once thought Ice-T was a man who had somethin' to say -
now I know he's already said everything and should just
retire from
the music industry so he can continue working on
Law & Order: SVU and churning out
B-movies by the truck load.
Ice once rapped about killin' people with guns but now he
just kills them with horrific doses of talent-free music. Stop
Ice. I'm screaming Uncle! Please somebody shoot me
already! This CD should come with a complimentary air
freshener and Sani-Wipe. |
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