In [a]Ice-T[/a]'s four-year absence from hip-hop, much more cutthroat, bloodthirsty and plain homicidal players have risen to stake their claims to a slice of the American pie, and the once fearsome L
In [a]Ice-T[/a]’s four-year absence from hip-hop, much more cutthroat, bloodthirsty and plain homicidal players have risen to stake their claims to a slice of the American pie, and the once fearsome Los Angeleno has assumed the role of an elder statesman, benignly watching over the young hustlers.
Or has he? ‘The Seventh Deadly Sin‘ mines a particularly nasty seam of street reality as the self-proclaimed pimp, actor, rock’n’roller, television presenter and writer attempts to pass on his hard-won wisdom. A swan song of sorts to the hip-hop game, as is implied on the sentimental strains of the closing ‘Ice’s Exodus‘, this is Ice‘s last attempt to cement his legend. And what better way to do it than by scaring seven shades of death out of law-abiding listeners with cold, calculated and merciless tributes to the criminal lifestyle?
By linking up with the new Atomic Pop Internet record distribution service, Ice is free from any concessions to pop music. Even melodious ditties like the shocking ‘Common Sense‘ and the exploitative and disgusting ‘Always Wanted Ta Be A Ho‘, which would once have been sugar-coated, are hardcore, gripping – and repulsive. And that’s how it should be. Hip-hop will miss his attitude.