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I'm sure that Esham, The Geto Boys or some white kid from Detroit called...Eminem? - might have something to say about Necro's claims to being a "Pioneer in the field of death rap." However, unLike aforesaid Sick-hop buffoons, Necro knows that superficial shock-value is like water off a duck's back to today's unoffendable, "ironic," post-MTV audience - and unlike such artists or "Multiple Miggs," you're forced to swallow whatever Necro says because there's no way he's gonna swallow his tongue. Furiously contemptuous of the glossy, stylised veneer of terror which too many artists add to their lyrics, Necro approaches hiphop head on, commencing to "Take a razor, and slice it;" pouring Iodine into Rap's wounds with tracks which could never be made safe by even the most zealous radio edit. For instance, the Painfully repulsive instrumental and the horrifically familiar detail with which Necro renders his nihilistic take on ghetto life during "Cockroaches" (the theme from Watchdog's no-budget holiday special), is a work that is guaranteed to infest your dreams for many a night to come! It seems that the more we think we know, the less we seem to feel or otherwise allow ourselves to be affected by what we read or hear or do to each other. Sure we love stuff that's in-yer-face BUT just as long as it's held off at arms' length - or better still, made "safe" for us by the censors. Observing the way his target audience has, allowed itself to be penned in like mindless sheep, afraid to feel anything unless it's first been tested, authorised and packaged, Necro condemns this insipid impassivity with the cautionary remark "You'll die real slow if you don't appreciate life..." through his freestyle for WKCR 89.9, where he explains "death is ugly because you fear it - it's beautiful to demons.." Necro assumes sub-human status to trample over taboo and rouse listeners from their sanetised stuper. You want Violent lyrics - well, "the customer's always right but this time the customer's left, on a stretcher gasping for breath..." that good enough for you? Have a nice day.... As necro's "anguish and aggression simmers in the juices of anxious depression," the pieces which bubble over and spill out the cauldron of his psyche prove to be a mouth-watering feast of gore and debauchery for an audience starved of a healthy dose of obscenity... Indeed, when "The Most Sadistic" genius wields a mouth made doubly foul by a lisp, even necro himself displays an almost Pavlovian response as soon as one of his own beats kick in; sounding almost possessed when letting rip with a onslaught of vivid accounts of Killing, torture, drug abuse and of course, distasteful, humiliating sex. I wonder if fervent anti-rap crusader and celebrity psychic dionne Warwick has heard the splash-course in porn appreciation to which she makes a valuable contribution asNecrodamus affirms his connoisseur credentials vaunting, "when it comes to this porn shit you know who the master is, I'll leave "necro" tagged on your butt with jizz..." I'm guessing she hasn't because with the rest of the album containing such quotable gems as "don't give a fuck if you got a cunt, or you're a stinky tranny" or "I know you love the stenching drench of men's piss" the track in question ("Get on your knees") is but the Tip of the iceberg when it comes to Necro's professed sexual ammorality. It appears that unlike some men who feel the need to use their car, their guns or their wealth as substitutes or extentions for their inadequate manhood, Necro's lethal weapon, currency and vehicle are all to be found dangling from between his legs - and with a threat like "piss on your bich's tits and make you lick it," he's never afraid to whip out his sex-pistol. Some of this stuff is amusing but most of it is deliberately offensive - and a track like "S.T.D," where he fantasises about the Barbarous rape of a personification of sexually transmitted disease, makes a mockery of the furore that blew up surrounding NWA's Efilrofzaggin..... Now, I know you may find this harder to accept than a 13-inch dildo bent the wrong way, BUT There are also occasions when this Impresario of exploitation stumbles, albeit most likely inadvertently, upon consciousness - it's true I tells ya! Take -"I Need Drugs." Like Taskforce's "Graf da bus up," this is one reworking that takes it to the next level when it uses this trite love-rap and its corny beat to narrate a crack-head's addiction. As Necro reflects upon the way in which "my crack-pipe's my violin, I play along to the police siren," this total change in context means that now, instead of the usual misogynistic rapper bullshitting some girl, it's now the man who's accepting and asking for more abuse and degradation..... In any case, there's something....not quite right about it all considering that Necro is open about having been a drug dealer and seemingly has no quarms over using his junky uncle to star in the track's promotional video. There are, during this Compendium of all previously released singles and notable radio appearances, a couple of occasions of duplication, namely, "sick of you" and "fuck you to the track," Still, as the man himself says, this wont happen once he has the time, budget and equipment to construct a more unified body of work - and even if a couple tracks here sound like he's coasting, the most frightening aspect of Necro's work is that this is clearly only the begining of a legacy......BEWARE! (c) copyright 2000, CD Goldie for ukhh dot com.
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