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Sticky Fingaz–a member of the multi-platinum, darkly humorous and very
much more hardcore than you could ever possibly hope to be rap group Onyx–explains
his Universal solo debut. "I’m erasing the lines between movies and
music," he says on the company’s press release. "This album is
like one big movie."
is not totally unknown: composer Ennio Morricone proved to be quite a dab hand
at doing the same during the 60s (he did have a head start, admittedly, since
he was scoring actual films) and every second album released on a Chicago label
by a bunch of rich white dilettantes appears to be the soundtrack to an imaginary
crappy and seedy French picture from the 70s. Closer to home, the Mercury Music
Award-nominated debut album from Alison Goldfrapp, Felt Mountain, is
distracting 21st-century noir visions mixed with Brechtian cabaret, and pictures
of idyllic pastures spring into your mind unbidden. Wu-Tang Clan, and most of
their members’ solo offerings during the 90s, were, if not erasing the
line between movies and music, certainly erasing the line between darkly Satanic
and richly rewarding comic books and music. Whatever. If Sticky Fingaz says
it’s his role to erase the lines between movies and music, then that’s
his damn role. You won’t see me arguing.
types of movie and music Sticky Fingaz wants to blur the lines between? That’s
right. Sticky’s concept album is a "dark audio drama" that follows
the ups and downs in the life of one ex-convict Kirk Jones as he falls back
into a life of crime after leaving jail. Yes, there is plenty of gunfire. Yes,
there is plenty of swearing. Yes, there are certainly a whole cell load of "bitches."
Here’s what Black Trash sounds like: fast, furious, police sirens
wailing everywhere, atmospheric breaks on the keyboard and strings that sound
like a cross between the all-pervasive sound of the Clan, the soundtrack to
Psycho and something lifted from Fried Green Tomatoes. Throughout
is Sticky’s thick rasp of a voice, hostile, intimidating and never silenced.
Here’s what Black Trash sounds like: "25 stitches above my
dick to prove it"; "My dogs are my fucking guns": "Keep
down bitch"; "I kill you niggers"; "Right now, got this
money, got this pussy, got this power"; "Fuck man"; "Nigger,
you trying to front on me"; "fuck you bitch", etc. etc.
are some stand-out tracks–the surreal schizophrenia of "Oh My God,"
where Kirk starts arguing with the Almighty voice in his head, the centerpiece
show trial "State Vs Kirk Jones" with its honkytonk rolls on piano,
and well-timed guest appearances from Redman, Canibus, Scarred 4 Life and pals.
Most of this CD, though, is Just Another Gangsta Rap Album, no different from,
no more and no less entertaining, than previous. Sure, it’s better than
the Notorious B.I.G. But who isn’t?
trying to make it harder for corny albums that aren’t creative, with lyrics
about guns and thugs, to be put out," explains Sticky. Oh, so that’s
all right then.
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