Missy begins a hip-hop-heavy stream of reviews over the coming days.
It’s appropriate that Marshall Mathers dominate a decade with such a nickname, as naughtiness is his stock in trade.
Eminem burst on to the scene with a bang with this album. And it’s easy to see why.
He is larger than life, brash, funny, bratty and hard to ignore. The switch between two ’extremes’ of his own crudeness spectrum.
At one end is his cartoonish work (like the title-ish track My Name Is, Role Model, My Fault). This is the stuff that makes you giggle, and makes you wish you could be a rebellious early teen again, and be shocking your parents with your listening habits.
Eminem is equally adept at offering a twisted, venom-filled tale of angst (like Rock Bottom), and the truly twisted and macabre explorations of a violent, jealous mind (’97 Bonnie & Clyde).
I find this album exhilarating. It ain’t necessarily great musicianship (despite Dr. Dre’s fantastic producing). Rather it is closer to comedy and satire. Mathers could well be a genius… or just a very naughty boy.
File under: My Name is…Impressed.