Title: hip-hop for rock fans...
Product review: unfortunately, regardless of any musical merit this album might have, it does not qualify as hip-hop. trying to find a connection between slug's personal anecdotes catering to suburban caucasian adolescents and the origins of hip-hop in the boogie down bronx is nearly impossible. this is cultural appropriation at its finest, taking an art form from another culture and making it one's own by changing and altering the art. it is personally sad to me that the history and basis of urban struggle upon which hip-hop is based in being lost in this fake punk-hop. you want hip-hop? go pick up liquid swords, daily operation, illmatic, return of the boom bap, resurrection, or one of the other thousands of classic albums that reflect urban struggle and racial oppression, elements of the inherently political hip-hop movement that are nowhere to be found in this well-intentioned rapper's album. listen to something that makes you feel uncomfortable, push the race card, dont run from it.
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