Sean Price
Jesus Price Supastar
Sean Price does not fuck around. He will beat your ass, point a gun at your face, fuck your mother in the mouth (multiple times,) and sell crack to AND with your children. He doesn't give a shit about you, he exists only for himself. But despite (or should one say in spite of?) his sociopathic way of life, Sean Price is a hip-hop virtuoso. He's able to pack three or four rhyming couplets into one line of a verse while maintaining a consistently interesting story for each song. That's enough of a feat, but it is the way the words pop, the way he allows his alliteration to wrap itself around the music that makes the man a true MC. Let's not forget the production's part in this either--it's not only original, fierce and consistent (another sterling accomplishment, considering the nine producer), but also respectful to its MC's role. The album is able to produce the beautiful heights of soul and the low down dirty fun of funk seamlessly. The drumlines either creep up viciously or explode in off kilter celebration while violins soar and soul samples wail and it's all in perfectly chopped collaboration. In the end Sean Price's moral ambiguity and insecurities are only the result of the environment he grew up in. His ability to bring that environment so unabashedly close to your face can be jarring at first--but it's all there in brilliantly simple and hilariously disgusting clarity.
-Andre Harris, 2008
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