So, I read a bunch of bad nasty reviews of these, and that inspired me to listen to the first four LPs of the Eminem/D12-verse: The Slim Shady LP, Chronic songs featuring Eminem, The Marshall Mathers LP, Devil's Night, and the Eminem Show.
I fucking love these albums, they're funny as hell. I think Eminem and D12 really gets the sort of comedy I tend to like - dark-disturbing, and an injection of the darkest drama in the middle of it. I like either of these things on their own, but when mixed together it takes on a dark comedy of a different sort of level, a different sort of emotional cocktail, a different energy.
Not just that, the verse engineering is excellent on these. I find the whole " That 'lyrical miracle BS is CRRRRRINGE! It's CRINNNNNGE " to be something to shake my head at . - Come on, what happened to the sense of humour of the world? "CRRRRRINNNNGE!"
The funny thing is culture went full circle, so a lot of the lyrics sound like they're targeting today's stick-in-the-anus society. It makes things a little more funny.
I have a theory. Something I think we all knew back in the 1990s but has become a taboo thought today just to say it: many many many people are not getting laid, and its fucking up their brain chemistry because they're directing that pent up energy in things other than the pursuit of sex, but in the pursuit of political agendas and trashing other people's art - fuck that!
These people are getting more and more miserable: Brain says "I wanna get laid!" the solution "Let's put on funny hats, go to a political rally!" or "Lets launch a crusade against the audacity of casting decisions, powerful women, or discrepancies from the source material!" Damn! If Conan the Barbarian (82) came out today, one of my favourite films of all time, I think it would get eviscerated: Discrepancies from the source material all over the place, Conan barely talking, black people leading medieval barbarian hordes, women with swords beating the crap out of men, etc... I don't know, I think Conan the Barbarian is awesome!
I don't know, its's just a thought - or rather a series of them.
It's been a bit since I made a post.
RIP James Earl Jones
I fucking love these albums, they're funny as hell. I think Eminem and D12 really gets the sort of comedy I tend to like - dark-disturbing, and an injection of the darkest drama in the middle of it. I like either of these things on their own, but when mixed together it takes on a dark comedy of a different sort of level, a different sort of emotional cocktail, a different energy.
Not just that, the verse engineering is excellent on these. I find the whole " That 'lyrical miracle BS is CRRRRRINGE! It's CRINNNNNGE " to be something to shake my head at . - Come on, what happened to the sense of humour of the world? "CRRRRRINNNNGE!"
The funny thing is culture went full circle, so a lot of the lyrics sound like they're targeting today's stick-in-the-anus society. It makes things a little more funny.
I have a theory. Something I think we all knew back in the 1990s but has become a taboo thought today just to say it: many many many people are not getting laid, and its fucking up their brain chemistry because they're directing that pent up energy in things other than the pursuit of sex, but in the pursuit of political agendas and trashing other people's art - fuck that!
These people are getting more and more miserable: Brain says "I wanna get laid!" the solution "Let's put on funny hats, go to a political rally!" or "Lets launch a crusade against the audacity of casting decisions, powerful women, or discrepancies from the source material!" Damn! If Conan the Barbarian (82) came out today, one of my favourite films of all time, I think it would get eviscerated: Discrepancies from the source material all over the place, Conan barely talking, black people leading medieval barbarian hordes, women with swords beating the crap out of men, etc... I don't know, I think Conan the Barbarian is awesome!
I don't know, its's just a thought - or rather a series of them.
It's been a bit since I made a post.
RIP James Earl Jones