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House of Pain - Fine Malt Lyrics (July 28, 1992)

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If you're a frequent reader of this blog, you'll notice that after mentioning him in my review for the classic All We Got Iz Us by your favorite baldhead loons Onyx, I never really talk about Eminem here. I just don't see the need to, as this is a blog discussing boom bap, not whatever the hell he's into nowadays. However, it is my honest opinion that it's the genre that suits his wordy style the most. Just listen to Don't Front, his cover of Black Moon's I Got Cha Opin. Right? You'll also notice that I haven't been very productive here in recent times. I'd be lying if I didn't say that the lack of comments wasn't one of the reasons for such a slowdown, even if it definitely isn't the chief reason. Bottom line, I like to engage with anyone reading these ramblings of mine, so if you're feeling like some of the shit you're reading sounds baffling, sound off. It really helps.

I bring him up today because of his storied history …

Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill (August 9, 1991)

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It’s tough being a depressed, traumatized ADHD patient. Trust me.

Y'all remember my relationship with The Monstars Anthem from the Space Jam OST, right? How it introduced a frightened, lonely kid prone to abuse from the ones closest to him to an unapologetic, take-no-prisoners genre of narrative besides video games that helped this prepubescent combat the traumatic experiences threatening to suffocate him from the inside. By the grace of the Almighty, it was all thanks to two men on that song. One was Cliffy Cliff Smif bka the mighty Method Man from the ageless Wu-Tang Clan, whose music and its impact on my life I've already gone to great detail about on this here blog.
Now's finally the time for me to talk about the other man whose music I had a relationship beyond words through all the video games I played throughout the years: Luis Mario Freese aka Dr. Greenthumb bka the mythical B-Real from the immortal Cypress Hill.

Strap in for yet another doozy.

Since B-Real was th…

Knucklehedz - Stricktly Savage (shelved, released in Germany on May 11, 1993)

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Today's post is the final entry in my current Hit Squad run. It is also the most depressing.


So if you've been following my blog in recent weeks, I guess you'd be quite familiar with the EPMD story: Two very talented and driven people who shared a genuine friendship that was ripped apart by their rapid artistic success. There's absolutely no doubt in my mind that the Hit Squad breakup prevented what could've been one of the biggest movements in musical history. What transpired after only served to sour the mouths of everyone who ever got down with Erick Sermon, Parish Smith and underlings K-Solo, Redman and Das EFX. Thankfully, all parties involved were able to push through and build respectable careers for themselves in this hip hop game. Hell, even sidelined acts like Keith Murray and Craig Mack, who practically lost their door into the industry because of said breakup, were able to dust themselves off and find other gateways in. As I said, all parties involved …

Redman - Whut? Thee Album (October 9, 1992)

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Reggie Noble. DJ Kut Killa. Redman. Funkadelic Devil. Soopaman Luva. Funk Doctor Spock. Eminem's favorite rapper. Possibly the late great Sean Price' favorite rapper, too. Where do I even start with this dude?

I'll probably start by mentioning that I was introduced to his crazy and straight up hilarious ass in three video games: the first two Def Jam Aki Corporation wrestling games and True Crime NYC. Comedy relief in all three, his work genuinely made me interested in whatever material he put out. Until I heard that dratted fictional radio station The Liberty Jam that very same season off the underrated PSP game GTA LCS, set in 1998. On that station, host DJ Clue picked a song from the timeless Muddy Waters album, widely heralded as Reggie's finest hour in hip hop, called Do What Ya Feel. It wasn't a single. It wasn't even that popular by the time the game was released. But it was the second ever Redman & Method Man collaboration and it damn well left an …

EPMD - Business Never Personal (August 7,1992)

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At the end of 1991, the house of one Parish Smith of EPMD was robbed. The assailants clamied to the police that Parish's EPMD partner Erick Sermon paid them to do so. The implications of this incident would lead the entire Hit Squad movement, by then tearing emphatically through the whole hip hop industry, to a deafening halt and, more importantly, put a loathesome strain on a lifelong friendship.

To understand the magnitude of hip hop's loss, the achievements of said Hit Squad must be reflected upon: 3 gold albums, 1 platinum album and a gang of timeless hits by them and fellow Squadians K-Solo & Das EFX. A considerable heap of critical acclaim for the movement's largely-unified sound of grimy funk beats added with a colorful variety of lyrical styles was all the more reason for the Hit Squad to become the blueprint for the collective that would definitively take their place within the annals of hip hop history: The Wu-Tang Clan. Surely you know I'm right by now.

K-Solo - Time's Up (June 2, 1992)

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After securing the only guest spot on EPMD’s second gem "Unfinished Business", Kevin Madison by day and K-Solo by night managed to convince Erick & Parish to commission an entire album produced by them, despite him introducing a fucking ridiculous gimmick AND fucking it up royally.
With this opportunity that many better rappers dreamed of, Kevin Self Organisation Left Others managed not to fuck it up too much, producing an album that was split right down the middle. On one half, amazing beats by Parish and undeniable storytelling from our host.  I'd rather not tell you about the other half. I'm still trying to wash all the shit outta my ear but to no avail.  Yet.
Nevertheless, songs like "Fugitive", "Tales From The Crack Side" & "Your Mom's In My Business" managed to win over enough acclaim to secure backing for a sophomore effort.
The year is 1992. EPMD, K-Solo & Redman are on top of the fucking world solely because of …