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Crunk Hits [TVT, 2005]
Crass, crude, and cartoon lubricious, saved rather decisively from male supremacist domination by Khia's "My Neck, My Back (Lick It)"--beyond "lick my pussy and my crack," "The best head comes from a thug" is a sign of progress too--this compendium of Dirty South dance hits is a mightier fuck you to the centurions of respectability than the most extreme rock band can manage anymore. To remind us how fast such shit gets dull, and how useless most of the corresponding albums are, it winds down before you want the party to be over. But power beats, tricky hooks, and who knows what combinations of accident and effort render the first half utterly joyous in its for-the-moment defiance. When the centurions conspire every day to deny the lower orders a decent future, reckless hedonism is a species of justice. Battle cry: "If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck." A-