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This dude doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about...
« on: June 03, 2005, 08:52:01 AM »
http://www.robertchristgau.com/get_artist.php?id=385&name=Dr.+Dre

Dr. Dre

    * The Chronic [Interscope, 1992] C+
    * Dr. Dre -- 2001 [Aftermath/Interscope, 2000] C

Consumer Guide Reviews:
The Chronic [Interscope, 1992]
The crucial innovation of this benchmark album isn't its conscienceless naturalization of casual violence. It's Dre's escape from sampling. Other rappers, as they are called, have promised to create their own musical environments, usually without revealing how much art and how much publishing fuels their creative resolve. But Dre is the first to make the fantasy pay out big-time. The world he hears in his head isn't the up-to-date P-Funk fools say they hear--that would be too hard. Instead he lays bassline readymades under simulations of Bernie Worrell's high keyb sustain, a basically irritating sound that in context always signified fantasy, not reality--stoned self-loss or, at a best Dre never approaches, grandiose jive. This is bell-bottoms-and-Afros music, its spiritual source the blaxploitation soundtrack, and what it promises above all is boom times for third-rate flautists--sociopathic easy-listening. Even if it's "just pop music," as some rationalize, it's bad pop music. C+

Dr. Dre -- 2001 [Aftermath/Interscope, 2000]
It's a New Millennium, but he's Still S.L.I.M.E. How Eminem survived all the misogyny conditioning to grow into the sensitive spouse we know today I'll never understand. A "family man" when he's explaining why he fled the 'hood, on the very next track Dre drips contempt for the wife he's dogging and the other husbands' wives he's sodomizing-apparently because his real-life wife told him that would be commercial, rendering him a liar more ways than Eminem himself could comprehend. For an hour, with time out for some memorable Eminem tracks, Dre degrades women every way he can think of, all of which involve his dick ("the whole eight," as this master of poetic license puts it). Best friend S. Dogg, bad speller Kurupt, and Dat 'Ho Ms. Roq are among the hangers-on who'll take his (really Eminem's) money when (and if) he writes the check. And just when you thought it was safe to discard your vomit bag he goes out on a tearjerker about a dead homey. Wottan innovator. C


http://www.robertchristgau.com/get_artist2.php?id=3760 <--- He thinks Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told is better than Doggystyle?!

Snoop Doggy Dogg [extended]

    * Doggystyle [Death Row/Interscope, 1993] Dud
    * Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told [No Limit, 1998] C+
    * Paid Tha Cost to Be Da Boss [Capitol/Priority, 2002] Dud
    * R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece [Doggy Style/Geffen/Star Trak, 2005] Dud

See Also:

    * Snoop Dogg

Consumer Guide Reviews:
Doggystyle [Death Row/Interscope, 1993] Dud

Snoop Dogg: Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told [No Limit, 1998]
It would be a pleasure to dismiss Calvin Broadus's evocatively entitled No Limit debut as another piece of lowballing funk off the N.O. Bounce assembly line. But the lead "Snoop World" is the kind of track that can make an album, playing a synth-bass hook over a real bass line and under triangles and other high elements that never hint at G-funk keyb tweedle, and over the next few songs, cameos from No Limit's two best rappers, Mystikal and Mia X, clear the way for the unoriginal gangsta bull-roar of Master P and his brothers. But despite considerable input from Mystikal--whose deep-Delta bellow tenses powerfully against Snoop's honey-tongued indifference, adding moral weight to the usual professions of "ex-drug dealer" rectitude--the music soon runs down. And though Snoop is surely just a rapper now, he'd no more risk alienating his market than help a Blood's grandma across the street. Da game he's selling is sociopathic violence, and so he commits metaphorical murder, invites thugs to wave their gats in the air, cuts a biyutch improvident enough to suck his dick, and so forth. In short, he proves himself a born liar, showing all the imagination of an ATM in the process. Anyone who counts him a major artist because he can drawl and pronounce consonants at the same time should give equal time to Mariah Carey's high notes and George Winston's magic fingers. C+

Snoop Dogg: Paid Tha Cost to Be Da Boss [Capitol/Priority, 2002] Dud

Snoop Dogg: R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece [Doggy Style/Geffen/Star Trak, 2005] Dud
 

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Re: This dude doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about...
« Reply #1 on: June 03, 2005, 04:03:42 PM »
'Don't speak about things you don't understand!'

That sums it up.
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Re: This dude doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about...
« Reply #2 on: June 03, 2005, 04:08:36 PM »
agree i hated that no limit alum it woz shit
Hittman is not a real person. He was a computer program generated by Dr. Dre and Mel Man back in the mid 90's. When Dre started treating Mel-Man like shit, Mel infiltrated the computer and put a virus in the hittman program

 

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Re: This dude doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about...
« Reply #3 on: June 03, 2005, 06:31:31 PM »
well....first off, why is this in the G-spot? 2nd, yes, this is taken out of the context hiphop has to be looked at in, but on the other hand it´s interesting to see the points this guy brings up. I really wonder who can specify what´s so wrong about what he says