Bustin' Out: The Best of Rick James
With the Snoop Doggy Dogg trial looming and accused multiple murderer O.J. Simpson presently getting more press than he ever did for packing a pigskin, it's no surprise that jailbirds everywhere have begun to realize that incarceration has become a career move. Exhibit A is Slick Rick, currently in stir for attempted murder (he fired a shot at his cousin but hit a bystander in the ankle instead). Rick's a veteran rapper, but a minor one: The material on 1991's The Ruler's Back, for example, consists mainly of sometimes diverting sexual innuendo delivered over loping, soft-core beats. Tracks like "A Love That's True (Part 1)" from Behind Bars, partially recorded during a period in 1993 when Rick was on work release (he subsequently was imprisoned again), continue this tradition without adding anything to it, resulting in an offering that's listenable but decidedly retro. The exception is the disc's title track, an effort to get mileage out of Rick's current status that features lame lines such as "In the slammer, but I'm innocent/Law played witty/Wasn't having any pity." Tough it's not. Apparently, Slick Rick is better at acting like a gangsta than sounding like one. James was luckier: He'd already recorded his most memorable monster grooves before landing in lockup for a variety of charges relating to his holding of a woman forced against her will to serve as a sex slave. Needless to say, these actions (which--can you believe it?--aren't even mentioned in this two-CD set's liner notes) certainly add a new dimension to lascivious party funk such as "Super Freak," "U Bring the Freak Out" and "She Blew My Mind (69 Times)." The same is true for "Down By Law," the oh-so-appropriately titled "Bustin' Out (On Funk)" and other ditties mainly recorded between 1978 and 1985. The tracks were enjoyable before; now they're as creepy as anything on the Blue Velvet soundtrack. Who says the Big House can't change a person?--Michael Roberts
Between the Eclipse
They don't call this guy the Bruce Springsteen of folk for nothing: The unsentimental eye for detail evident in songs like "Old Coat" and "Same Small Town" compare favorably to the Boss's ballsiest Jersey Shore balladry, while the bouncy New Orleans-style brass flourishes that adorn most of the tunes here allow McCutcheon to stake out his own musical turf. But by the time the sappy "Woman Like You" rolls around, the references to eight-hour days and forty-hour weeks start sounding as tired as the people whose lives are measured in such increments. Equally unsettling is McCutcheon's vocal vacillation between a mannered Irish lilt and a grittier rock-and-roll growl, sometimes in the same song. While the redemptive themes of the affecting "She" and "S'posed to Do" (two of Eclipse's finer cuts) ultimately fail to deliver McCutcheon from the shadow of bigger-name working-class poets, however, you get the feeling that his meat-and-potatoes sensibilities are little offended.--John Jesitus
(Atlantic/Warner Bros. Brasil)
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