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There's just something hypnotic about the pitch of Fred Durst's voice that makes him sound somehow both whiny and like the wackest douchebag who could ever live. There's something about it that makes his voice artistically important even if it is objectively awful and makes me ashamed of my race. Can you think of another artist who arouses such immediate and total repugnance without any contributing extra-musical antics to make you hate the music because of the artist? At least ICP sound like they give a **** about what they record, but Fred Durst clearly has not an ounce of authenticity about him, and yet everyone in your high school in the early 2000's could quote this song in their sleep. Doesn't it just make you want to imbibe such a singular voice that is as horrendous as it is fascinating?
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Imbibe? You want to drink his voice?
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Enter the 36 Chambers is at heart a goofy 80s rap album that's just feel-good rapping about how fly an MC you are with as many silly punchlines as possible, while using the hard hitting style and language of 90s gangsta rap to give it more edge than LL Kool J or Run DMC. So it's stylistically and lyrically confused but also has all the fun of the former style and the punch-you-in-the-face knockin' of the latter in a way that meshes without you having to think about it.
It's a genre transitional album that isn't forward thinking enough to realize that it's a transitional album, but it's executed so fantastically that it absolutely has all the fun of 80s rap and beats the mother****ing ass of the 90s without needing to know that it has to do both things at a perfectly 50% ratio to avoid being mediocre. No wonder they never released another ultra banger album, cause they probably just released this album at exactly the right era for their approach. |
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