you have to hand it too necro.

he plays the game hard and proper.

knows how to get the profile required to get an underground record selling, with all his big talk and unpleasant imagery, from which he has for the last few years, got the love from various hip hop loving magazines, but having sat through this album a few times, i am struggling to see any lasting substance behind the glut of blood-n-guts.

for all the talk of this being a new direction in rock-n-rap crossover, the big name guest slots by various hard rocking tattooed up beasts, there is a problem with this album that i am finding hard to shift.

basically, it’s all about necros flow - it just really gets on my nerves.

the way he just raps hard and fast recounting various ways to die, with each new line being edited in to come in over the last micro second of the preceding line, means that there is no space, no allowance for thought absorption, which, for a while is impressive, due to the sheer verbal force, but, over the course of a few tracks becomes tiresome, and seriously annoying.

not to mention the tired subject matter that necro fills his space with, i mean, i loved the original blast of horror core rap (hello gravediggaz), laughed along with the excessive ultra violence of bodycounts debut, so that side of rap has never been on my target for anger, but here, the constant listing of how people can die, with a complete lack of anything beyond the list is just dreary, and comes over like some acne ridden teenager trying to shock his embattled parents one last time before borrowing the car to hang out at the mall.

however, when necro breaks this modus operandi, and allows some space into the wordplay, the results are far more enjoyable. for example, the psychedelic rock sampling of keep on driving, and the album closer, portrait of a death rapper, both of which have nice loops, better production, and hook the listener in, proving that given a little more time, necro could make a far better album, once he learns to breathe and add some bounce to his flow.

my other concern preventing me from declaring my love, is that for all the bravado re new directions in rock-n-rap that permeates the press release and interviews, the truth of the matter is, that the tracks with various members of the hard rock world that are sprinkled throughout the albums 14 tracks, come over as tired clichés of nu-metal, a genre that incredibly outlasted the surge of hormonal rush that the 16 years old of the world had back in 96 

all of which, makes this an album you don’t really want to experience too often, ironically, like death itself,

c’mon necro, you got the skills, raise your game sir.

 

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