Lethal T and the Outcast
Death by Lethal's Injection
(1994, Lethal Records)
cassette -> 320 mp3

Look's like this cover was designed by whoever did "I'm Back! I'm Back", same font and photo grade. And I think this is the first and last release on Lethal Records, which is too bad because their handgun logo deserved more printing. This may also be the first and last rip on this site to hail from San Antonio, Tx. Make that one more pin on the Triggaman cork board, except actually the "Triggaman" track on this cassette and the Showboys classic are mutually exclusive. Different Outcast, different Triggaman. This one is all funk-drums in the hallway and the Young & Restless theme stuck on one chord.

The great thing about LPs and cassettes is the splitting of identity into two sides, hinting at the ambiguity of everything. I have a strong preference for the B-Side of this one - more energy, less reliant on G-Funk squiggle. The "outro" music track reminds me of "pick a box its contents will help you on your way".

Shouts are shouted-out both inside and on this tape to Wink-D, I wonder if its the same one.

Stuff White People Bump

Po' White Trash & the Trailer Park Symphony Po' Like Dis
(2001, Pocket Change Prod.) @ 320

Sorry yall, but I couldn't keep this b-bin find to myself. Worth the 50 cent paid at least for the cover and what the fuck, Organized Noize folk all over this: Cee-Lo & Big Rube cameos, Earthtone III & Lil Jon production... I'm imagining this dude and Cee-Lo sitting around in P-Dub's N. Carolina dorm room listening to Primus.

All things considered, its not that bad I just can't stomach the timbre of his voice. Actually, I'd be happy to cop the "Po Punch" instrumental and Big Rube's closing statement is on point enough to almost commit me to a second listen.

Characteristically horrible article in the Village Voice here, check it out if you're interested in some fully off-point race/culture analysis. 2 birds fully flipped from this blog author. At who, exactly, I don't know since N. Bedford Couch seems like a pseudonym. And if its supposed to be satire it still sucks.

Half-Cockney

What I'm wondering is where the hell is Andre? He would kill this track dead. This is the kind of far-fetched collabo that breeds fantasy. I'm imagining Soulja Slim or Mr. Servon on here or what the dragged n chopped mix would feel like. I think this is only part of Dizzee's Texas campaign and I'm curious to see what other tracks pop up. Bun sounds good on this brit atari shit, can't wait to here the jam they did with Pimp C.

I like the Promethazine/Gat/Mama's boy scope. It let's us know Bun is Real Gangsta but makes no claims about Dizzee.