Let loose in a studio, young rhymers and mixers go crazy. Sixteentitles, 70 minutes, why should they stop? This is their big chance.But brimming over with creativity takes time, and on their secondor third try some rappers figure out that meanwhile they're notgetting paid. Solution: interim EPs with the welcome side effectof concentrating the attractions of such motormouths as Ice Cubeand Chubb Rock. Digital Underground'sThis Is an EP Release (TommyBoy) doesn't offer a surefire novelty likeThe Humpty Dance,but it also avoids the dead spots and collegiate irritations oftheSex Packets album. The leadoffSame Songgrooves on an insinuating new jack funk not unlike the new backingfor the remixedSex Packets, virtual reality for erotomanesthat's far more seductive in this incarnation. And just to shakethings up the there's a wedding song worthy ofThreepenny Opera. In an altogether different world, believe them, are the guys whoseedits and bonus beats pad out three or four songs/poems into thenine-trackLifers Group (Hollywood Basic). I don'tknow why they're so stingy--they've got plenty of time where theylive. But maybe they're a little bummed stuck out in Rahway StatePrison. Which is why they sound so scary, so furious, so convincedthat they've totally fucked up the only chance--the only life--theyhad. This is the real gangsta rap, a brutally stripped-down representationof the rape, death, and other daily indignities of prison life. Playboy, Mar. 1991
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