Robert Christgau: Dean of American Rock Critics

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Redman

  • Whut? Thee Album [RAL/Chaos/Columbia, 1992] Neither
  • Doc's Da Name 2000 [Def Jam, 1998] A-
  • Malpractice [Def Jam, 2001] Dud

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Whut? Thee Album [RAL/Chaos/Columbia, 1992] Neither

Doc's Da Name 2000 [Def Jam, 1998]
Redman's brand of weed-fueled raunch-ruckus has never been as wild or ecstatic as Busta Rhymes's or Ol' Dirty Bastard's, but here he fuses their comic high spirits with his own trademark grit into ground-level, politically incorrect satire full of loud farts, stinkin' asses, and no-account thugs making monkey noises. In a genre where nobody wants to be a role model and everybody is, Redman cuts fresh cheese: "I'm a everyday nigga like a Toyota/The A&R hope we don't drop the same coda." People have jobs on this record--"whether it's fast food, or transportation, sneaker store, doin' hair, or straight-up strippin', we gotta get the cash"--and that includes a "round-the-clock lyricist" who claims to sleep in his workboots. Not everybody can go to work, though. So give the last word to babymama militant Liquidacia, whose demands include 40 cans of Enfamil a month and no reporting babydaddies to welfare: "We must stick together in order to survive in a world of bourgie hos." A-

Malpractice [Def Jam, 2001] Dud

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