A slightly hard, mildly funny hip-hop record by an artist who should definitely be part of a trio.
I'm not sure what to make of this skinny New Jersey wizenheimer, who decided to thank his fookin' parents first in the credits. Does he have too much time on his hands, or is he an actual hip-hop talent? I mean, that sarcastic lisp and the way he kinda chuckles through all his rhymes evoke nothing less than the early Beastie Boys. Luckily, he doesn't take himself very seriously (let's hope), so his sense of mischief and well-ripened grossout aesthetic (he lists GG Allin as among his influences) triumph over the all-too-privileged beats. "35 & 6" sounds almost like an epic (helps that he evokes Christmas carol melodies there), and "Namedroppers" (alternate title: "Namedropperth") sounds like he's just dissing his future self. Which is very righteous. A slightly hard, mildly funny hip hop record by an artist who should definitely be part of a trio. Gross domestic product, indeed.