THE CLIPSE -
Hell Hath No Fury |
Release Date : November 28 2006
Label : Re-Up/Star Trak
Dub Quotable: Their sophomore, Hell Hath No Fury, provides a more
revealing expose, although like true hustlers Malice and Pusha seem to be
keeping certain gristly truths close to their chest.
Clipse’s story is well documented. Rather, the surface of it is. The base of
the story tells of two rags-to-riches Virginia brothers; drug dealers done
good. What isn’t as clear is the mentality of these men. Their previous,
cocaine heavy album didn’t explain why the brothers Thornton were willing to
partake in the risky business of crack peddling. Their sophomore, Hell Hath No
Fury, provides a more revealing expose, although like true hustlers Malice and
Pusha seem to be keeping certain gristly truths close to their chest.
On second single “Wamp Wamp,” the nasally voiced duo aren’t concerned with the
past. Instead, they’re more focused on the luxuries that their celebrity has
afforded them. “Mirror, mirror, who’s the fairest,” smirks Malice over The
Neptunes conga driven drums. Pusha is just as materialistic: “Look mama, I be
fly papa/strictly Bathing Ape, Ice Cream and BBC rocker,” he boasts. Things
run smoothly until intrigued queries of which business the two are (or were)
in arise. Pusha then abruptly snaps, “Don’t ask what I sell.” While “Wamp Wamp”
is enjoyable, it remains the sonic equivalent of attending a party without
really knowing what’s the occasion.
Lavishness pertains on the sleazy, synthesizer heavy “Trill.” Over the
repeated, perverse chorus of “bitch, I’m trill,” Mal and Push are confronted
with adorning females. “It’s me, ma, you ain’t dreaming/Starstruck – bitch
damn near stopped breathing,” is a typical example of the pair’s arrogance.
With money, hoes, and clothes all in steady supply, tracks like “Trill”
portray Clipse as perfectly content with their position in the industry. They
make ‘Mr. Me Too’s’ out to be the extent of their worries. Furthermore, they
make the title Hell Hath No Fury somewhat ironic. There is more to the story
It’s only on the subdued “Hello New World,” that we are really led beyond the
glitzy front, to the seedier underbelly of the brothers environment. Pharrell
almost steals the show with his melancholy chorus, but it’s the rare home
truths that really stand out here. “The judge is handing out ‘life’ like it
ain’t somebody’s life,” Malice hauntingly notes. In these brief four minutes,
the consequences of Clipse’s onetime trade, and why they were willing to
chance them in the hopes of grasping a better future, are comprehended.
“Hello New World” showcases only a small part of Clipse’s former reality.
Sadly, the majority of this thrilling album suggests that the two men may be
too guarded to reveal all. Perhaps the shadowed history that we take
voyeuristic interest in has given way to their current, seemingly satisfied
state of mind. After all, why trip off of the past’s troubled moments when the
present is so fruitful? The Clipse’s story is well documented. Still, there’s
more that we want them to say.