Showing posts with label BLOODHOUND GANG. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BLOODHOUND GANG. Show all posts
Sunday, January 19, 2014
26-16
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Yet another fucking loss to fucking Peyton Manning and that worthless fucking shitstain of a caretaker coach John Fox. What a fucking sorry excuse for a fucking leader that fat blowhard fuck is. Way to have the shittiest game of your career Brady, picked a fucking good one to look like a fucking back-up pussy throwing watermelons to the sidelines. Un-fucking-believable.
Even more unbelievable is the fact that Wolfpac got their shit together enough in between the porn, juggalos, wrestling and general overweight idiocy to get another album together which sounds like the second coming of Bloodhound Gang circa 1995. Hilarious, kickin' and highly fucking recommended. Go NFC.
Labels:
BLOODHOUND GANG,
MISERY,
RAP,
WOLFPAC
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Aw, c'mon it ain't THAT bad...
Yep, enough years have passed where I can finally admit to how much I used to love nü metal. Korn's Life Is Peachy hooked my white ass like a fat tuna for years. While that album still holds its ground today, my CD collection is replete with fly-by-night wonders of that strange late-90's era where simply downtuning a 7-string guitar and alternating whimpers with screams made you a marketable band. 40 Below Summer, Taproot, Project 86, the list goes on and on. Still, there were the defining albums of the genre: the aforementioned Korn Life Is Peachy (and of course, their debut as well), Deftones' Adrenaline and Slipknot Slipknot easily come to mind, and for a while it seemed like everything great was touched in some way by producer extraordinaire Ross Robinson. So when it broke that Ross was producing Vanilla Ice's supererogatory comeback album it seemed like the caravan had begun its topple over the cliff. While I kept up with the "work-in-progress" snippets on MTV News, it took me a while to hear the results when the album was finally released in 1988. To be honest, my insecure ass didn't want to wander into Tower Records and have anyone see me thumb through the Vanilla Ice section! Turns out I never had to shame myself as a good friend of mine stopped by soon after, fresh off a trip to L.A. to see his half-brother Sonny. Yep, Sonny Mayo, guitarist for defunct nü metal outfit Snot and... yep... lead guitarist on Ice's new Hard To Swallow album! So there ya go, talk about shit falling into your lap. After a quick interrogation for any info about the recording session (answers being the expected "Ice was incredibly cool with everyone until someone with a camera showed up and all of a sudden he put on this annoying image which took over everything..." blah blah) my friend broke out the promo CD he brought me. So, what's the verdict??? Well, it's incredibly derivative of much of the other nü metal already floating out there and there's a weird tremelo effect on the guitar that gets somewhat tiresome after awhile but... it's actually pretty good. "Too Cold, " his heavy version of "Ice Ice Baby" is easily the most accessible (and will blow up a party if you ever break it out - trust me). On "Prozac," Ice builds a solid song around his rhymes dropped on "Boom" from the Bloodhound Gang's One Fierce Beer Coaster years earlier (BHG's Jimmy Pop Ali returns the guest vocal favor on this one). The standout track is the closer "Freestyle" featuring Insane Poetry rappers Cyco and Sub Zero. Fucking awesome hip hop with a cool heavy back beat - we joked whether or not those rappers actually admitted to their boys back home that they sang on this record! Of course some of the stuff falls a little flat, the weed references are sadly old hat and some of the "pain" Ice emotes seems really forced. Oh well, I still dig it. Too bad Ice hadn't made the album a few years earlier - he would have seemed like a real trendsetter instead of another has-been on the bandwagon. If you like what you hear you could do much worse then checking out his follow-up Skabz EP from 2001 (released as part of the forgettable double-album Bi-Polar) - featuring members of Slipknot and 'Genocide faves M.O.D.!!!!
Currently watching: La Horde
Currently listening to: Ministry The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste
Labels:
BLOODHOUND GANG,
INSANE POETRY,
NÜ METAL,
VANILLA ICE
Thursday, July 21, 2011
It Ain't Rape If It's Dead...
I'm probably one of the ten people out there who liked the Bloodhound Gang in their Use Your Fingers days - a snotty duo rapping Star Wars references over generic but funky 4-track beats. Shit, they got Rip Taylor to intro their album for chrissakes! Back then the band was primarily Jimmy Pop Ali and Daddy Long Legs (he's the mohawked guy sticking his tongue out on the cover); after Use Your Fingers completely bombed, Long Legs blamed Columbia Records and bailed. Bloodhound Gang reformed with different members a year later and went on to solidify themselves in rap rock history - most would say that's the end of the story. But wait... a couple years later, heavily in my nü metal phase (gimme a break it was 1999!), I went to check out Slipknot at D.C.'s 9:30 Club. Opening bands were Kittie (shit, they were probably 15 at the time), Will Haven (precursor to the amazing - and sadly R.I.P. - Abominable Iron Sloth) and some weird rap rock band called Wolfpac. They were terrible but hilarious, I couldn't understand a fucking word they sang but the grooves seemed interesting enough so I grabbed a CD and a t-shirt for the fuck of it. The shirt suckered me in with a big J. Geils-esque hand print on the back over the classic caption "It Ain't Rape If It's Dead." And the album was Somthin Wicked This Way Comes. Imagine Insane Clown Posse a little less gay, way more underproduced and you'll get the idea. It's still kinda cheesy but less tongue in cheek - "Death Becomes Her" is the real standout. And the "Humpty Dance" cover screams old school Bloodhound Gang, shit it coulda been an outtake from Fingers. Evidently the band re-released all these tracks (re-recorded?) on their Evil Is... album but I never cared enough to check it out. Checking out Wolfpac's wikipedia page it seems they eventually teamed up with ICP ('natch) for a bunch of tours and even got their fingers into the porn biz. And who said there was no future in horrorcore? P.S. I sold the shirt on eBay a couple years back for a shitload - who woulda thunk?
Currently watching: The Crawling Eye
Currently listening to: James Brown Reality
Labels:
BLOODHOUND GANG,
RAP,
WOLFPAC
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Like A Postal Clerk I'll Go Berserk...
Probably one of the funniest albums ever, Jimmy Pop Ali and crew leave their uneven 1995 debut Use Your Fingers in the dust with this classic. Merging the boundaries of rap, rock, techno, punk and whatever-the-fuck-else, Bloodhound Gang showcase some of the wittiest rhymes and styles ever to hit the mainstream. From the sweetly pro-suicide "Lift Your Head Up High (And Blow Your Brains Out)" to the self-depreciating "Why Is Everybody Always Pickin' On Me?" (to be honest, actually every song is self-depreciating in some sense), the album is a riot from the start. Actually, the lamest song on the album isn't even theirs - it's a somewhat weak cover of Run-D.M.C.'s "It's Tricky." They even got Vanilla Ice to rap on "Boom" and he's good! Weirdo "V-Ice" afficionados (like me, sadly) will note that good ol' Rob Winkle turned "Boom" into his own track called "Prozac" on Hard To Swallow (I'm almost depressed admitting to know that...) Anyways, I've ripped the CD at 320 kbps and also included the Geffen-deleted "Yellow Fever" track (ripped from the Republic Records LP) since it's just as funny as the rest of the album and no more offensive. Enjoy. Yeah, so they're anti-PC, homophobic, misogynistic, sexist, scatalogical, sociopathic and absolutely hilarious. What's not to like?
Labels:
BLOODHOUND GANG,
COMEDY,
RAP
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