What sets (hed) planet earth apart from the rest of the current crop of rap-metallers? Lead vocalist M.C.U.D. is talented enough to hang on Death Row or No Limit. The only problem is that being a better rapper than Fred Durst is not saying much. Although M.C.U.D. has a flair for rhyming and creating an energetic vibe, he doesn't have much to talk about on Broke, the band's second release. Most of the record consists of late '90s gangsta-isms that try to pass off misogyny, nihilism and pot-smoking as a form of rebellion. Typical lyric: "I'm gonna drink my wine and smoke that weed, and fuck that hiney from behind 'til she screams."
In all fairness, there's really nothing on the album that is shocking in these days of Marshall Mathers. As for the back-up band, they're funkier and tighter than average, but shockingly unable to come up with a sound, let alone a single riff, that hasn't been heard a million times in the past two years.
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