A multi-award-winning experience of what it’s like to live in constant fear, from rookie Hungarian director László Nemes
Eat At Whitey's
An inventively arranged mixture of blues, hip-hop, strings, folk and metal, 'Eat At Whitey's' is like Fun Lovin' Criminals' cameo in The Sopranos: by turns, flash, atmospheric, melancholic, and very masculine. "My heart is broke, my will is gone", sings Everlast, throat full of phlegm and rust, on 'Babylon Feeling', a meditative Metallica with (blimey!) a bit of drum'n'bass.
At times, 'Eat At Whitey's' is far too polished and adult, as you might expect from a record featuring such rarefied guests as Carlos Santana and N'Dea Davenport. And Everlast, despite his attempts at self-analysis, is too caught up in the lyrical conventions of the blues to reveal the nub of himself. "Need ya like a flower needs the sun/I need you like DMC needs Run", however, is genius-tinged nonsense.
No Michelin star then, but an easy 7/10.
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