Showing posts with label Slaughterhouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Slaughterhouse. Show all posts

August 30, 2012

My Gut Reaction: Slaughterhouse - Welcome To: Our House (August 21, 2012)

I never tire of telling my wife about how I went to high school with Kevin Slaughterhouse, the subject of today's post.  He was kind of a shy kid, keeping to himself in the library instead of getting himself invited to parties.  Growing up in the not-mean-at-all streets of Wilmington, Delaware, I would see the kid grabbing a slice before retreating with his notebook into the darker corners of his mind.  It turns out that he had been writing lyrics down for years; after shunning the family business (baking cookies in a treehouse) and burning through several failed part-time ventures (including selling knives door-to-door, some call center work, and a brief stint as an understudy for Cirque du Soleil's Zumanity), he managed to get his foot in the door of the music industry, literally, and after the multiple surgeries required when his foot was broken in seventeen different places, he snagged a major label deal.

Wait, what?  Absolutely none of that shit written above is true?  And Slaughterhouse is actually made up of four separate people?  And I should know better because I just wrote about these motherfuckers two days ago?

I don't see your point.

August 28, 2012

For Promotional Use Only: DJ Drama + Slaughterhouse - On The House (August 19, 2012)



Before I get to the Shady Records debut of the hip hop supergroup Slaughterhouse, I figured that I should tackle this mixtape that the quartet released as a quasi-prelude, mainly because I've been told that HHID doesn't focus on enough mixtapes, but also because I appreciate any opportunity to listen to new material from Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, and, um, Joe Budden (well, when he's part of a group effort, anyway).  If you're hell-bent on finding out what I think of said major label debut, you should check back in a couple of days, since I decided to turn it into an excuse to run more than one post this very week.

February 9, 2011

My Gut Reaction: Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse EP (February 8, 2011)

Throughout 2010, the four members of the rap supergroup Slaughterhouse (Royce Da 5'9", Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, and Joe Budden) dreamed up various ways to deny that they were trying to sign a deal with Eminem's vanity label Shady Records, an offshoot of Dr. Dre's Aftermath Entertainment, while not exactly denying anything.  Perhaps there were legal issues involved: they might not have been able to confirm much without jeopardizing the terms of their release from E1, their label home ever since their crew debut record, conveniently titled Slaughterhouse.  Or maybe they just liked to fuck with their fans.  Who knows?

Well, we hip hop heads know the truth now: after scoring a Budden-less group cameo on a bonus track from Marshall's Recovery (the relatively well-received "Session One"), it was announced in January that all four members of Slaughterhouse had finally signed a deal with Eminem's label.  This all happened while a single tear rolled down Obie Trice's cheek while he washed the dishes at a local Waffle House.  Luckily, one of the common threads between all four artists is that they have all been screwed over by their various record labels in the past, so they should be fully prepared when Shady Records ultimately fails them.

Before their major-label full-length hits store shelves (which will be later this year, which I'll believe when I see it), Slaughterhouse attempt to appease their fanbase by unleashing their final project for their now-former label E1, the lazily titled Slaughterhouse EP.  The disc consists of three original tracks and three remixes, two of which are re-imaginations of older material.  Even though the Slaughterhouse EP was pushed back by several months, finally seeing its release yesterday, it still looks like a rushed product to me.

Is it, though?

1. BACK ON THE SCENE (FEAT. DRES)
Predictably, the first song on Slaughterhouse EP begins with its strongest member (Royce) and ends with its weakest (Budden). Not so predictably, however, is the fact that the M-Phazes instrumental sounds more like random background noises taken from a news reporter's b-roll than it does actual music. The Black Sheep connection to the track (Dres, the only member of the duo still standing, appears on the “hook”, which is solely made up of a couple of his lines from “The Choice Is Yours (Revisited)”, which has been credited as kicking off a career resurgence for them, thanks to its use in that omnipresent Kia commercial) is middling and unnecessary, too. At least the actual verses from all four stars (yes, including Joey) sound as potent as they did on their debut project, with Ryan even giving deceased rapper Apache a posthumous shout-out for good measure.

2. SUN DOOBIE
To my knowledge, D-12's Mr. Porter (also known as Kon Artis) has never been so blatantly upfront with taking credit for his beats, but on “Sun Doobie”, he inserts his name, Just Blaze-style, into the track no less than three times. I guess he's just really proud of his work. Luckily, it is a pretty great instrumental, one which everybody destroys as though their child was being held captive behind it (save for Crooked I, who sounds oddly restrained, cracking goofy jokes about Tyler Perry and Everlast instead of eliminating his competition (read: the other three rappers on the track)). I'm genuinely shocked that E1 allowed Slaughterhouse to leave in the egregious references to Shady Records , too. “Sun Doobie” would have made for a much better reintroduction to this barbershop quartet, even if the title is too goofy for words.

3. EVERYBODY DOWN
The final “original” composition on Slaughterhouse EP. Black Milk's beat is patently ridiculous (he pairs some hard drums with a synth melody that sounds as though it was lifted directly from one of those science modules you had to watch in elementary school), but it somehow clicks beautifully. The chorus is pretty generic (and unnecessary), but Royce, Crooked, Joey, and Joell all dominate the track regardless, each man trying to outdo their predecessor, as all Slaughterhouse songs should be. It's rare to actually hear a rap act these days sound excited about being given the opportunity to rap, and that goodwill transfers to the track. Nice!

4. PUT SOME MONEY ON IT (REMIX) (FEAT. THE LOX)
This was a Joell Ortiz solo song (featuring all three members of The Lox) that was reappropriated as a Slaughterhouse posse cut, although out of respect, the original track (with all four verses intact, including Sheek Louch's hilarious opener) plays in its entirety before the Slaughterhouse expansion pack is uploaded at the end. Sean C & LV's instrumental sounds fucking great: you would think that the vocal sample woven throughout (which gives the song its title) would grow tiresome after a while, but you would be wrong. This was a pretty good song before, and the addition of three additional verses doesn't cause it to lose any of its forward momentum, which is a good thing.

5. FIGHT CLUB (REMIX)
I found out after the fact that the iTunes version of Slaughterhouse included an exclusive bonus track, “Fight Klub”: this is, apparently, the remix to that song, albeit one that excises Crooked I's extended outro. (For those of you keeping score, the iTunes version also included two additional instrumentals taken from album cuts.) Producer Frequency, who also handled the boards on the original, provides an instrumental that inserts the four emcees into an intergalactic abandoned warehouse, and they pass the mic back and forth in an effort to keep warm, as the furnace guy isn't scheduled to arrive for another thousand years, sometime between twelve and four. The beat is alright (it's a slight improvement over the original, anyway), but the song's very title would suggest an overly aggressive beatdown set to music, and what listeners actually receive is a slightly poppy radio confection with above-average lyrical performances from everybody that isn't named Joe Budden, although to be fair, Joey does get to take home the “Most Improved” trophy.

6. MOVE ON (REMIX) (FEAT. IFFY)
The final track on Slaughterhouse EP is another remake: the original “Move On”, yet another Frequency production (he also remixed this version himself), was the crew's attempt to deflect interview questions that focused solely on their pasts as artists with failed record deals instead of looking to their future as a four-man powerhouse (for instance, Joell is tired of answering questions about his brief stint at Dr. Dre's Aftermath Records, while Royce doesn't want to talk about how his just-now-rekindled relationship with Eminem crumbled shortly after Marshall became the most popular rapper in the universe). Lyrically, this song is the tits: each rapper receives ample time to get their point across (not for nothing does this track run longer than eight minutes). However, the retooled beat is boring as fuck, and the decision to include an R&B hook (provided by guest star Iffy) is puzzling, since Slaughterhouse is ostensibly the antidote to the bullshit that hip hop has become. A strange and uncomfortable way to end the EP. Had these guys simply included the original “Move On”, this might have worked out a bit better.

THE LAST WORD: The Slaughterhouse EP is a decent enough bridge between group albums, buying the crew some time as they trade up to a major label, but while the four lyricists spit their usual ration of flames (even Budden sounds alright, although he should still be replaced as soon as possible by another hungry artists whose label fucked him over), and their easy exchanges make for some contagious fun, their choices in beats this time around only work about half the time. Filling half of the project with remixes of earlier works is also a questionable move: aside from “Put Some Money On It (Remix)”, the revamped editions fail to add anything new to the original recipes. Do you mean to tell me that Slaughterhouse couldn't be bothered to knock out three additional tracks to help sell their EP? The lead-off single, “Back On The Scene”, is also pretty awful: how is it possible that nobody has pointed this out until now? Anyway, Slaughterhouse EP is okay as a lyrical clinic, but it isn't good enough for everyone to run out and purchase immediately: your time would be better spent waiting patiently for their Shady Records debut. Hopefully, the poor production that covers half of the project isn't indicative of the kind of musical backing Eminem's deep pockets will get for the quartet. I also believe that these guys should conveniently forget to tell producer Frequency that they have switched labels, as he brought absolutely nothing to the table.

-Max

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August 11, 2009

My Gut Reaction: Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse (August 11, 2009)

Slaughterhouse is a collective of four solo artists who were all fired from their previous labels for various reasons. Yeah, I know: when you look at it in those terms, this hip hop supergroup is far less glamorous. But stay with me for a second.

Slaughterhouse is made up of Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, and Joe Budden. Crooked I was dropped by Death Row Records after label politics and the actions of CEO Suge Knight prevented him from ever releasing an actual album. Joell Ortiz used to be signed to Aftermath under Dr. Dre, but chose to terminate his contract after being told in no uncertain terms that his shit would be pushed back until after both Dre and Eminem dropped their next projects. (Um, does that mean Joell would still be sitting on the shelf since Detox has yet to drop?) Royce, as I've discussed in the past, came up alongside Slim Shady but found himself bouncing from label to label like a traveling gypsy: among other embarrassments, he was fired by Dr. Dre after he bragged about ghostwriting for him, he was forced to collaborate with pop tart Willa Ford on a song that failed to ignite either person's career (Willa Ford is now probably best known as the chick who water-skis topless in the Friday the 13th reboot), he got caught up in a battle between the rest of the members of D-12 (which he handily won), and he ended up squashing the beef between himself and Proof while locked up in the same cell over a holiday weekend. Finally, Joe Budden was dropped by Def Jam after Jay-Z decided that he didn't like the guy. Okay, I don't know if that last statement is true, but he was the president of the label at the time.

These four men linked up after Joey called on all of them to record an album track for him, and they all felt that their chemistry was palpable, so they coined the name Slaughterhouse right away. Although all four artists had basically been written off by the music industry as a whole, they used the Interweb to combine their respective fan bases and conquered hip hop blogs with a crazy amount of output. The crew signed with E1 (formerly Koch Records) and recorded this project in six fucking days. Their work ethic is such that they recorded this entire album, several tracks leaked to the Interweb (like "Woodstock", the supposed first single that was later deleted due to sample clearance issues), and guest appearances on each other's albums so quickly that one would be concerned that the quality would be lacking (remember when No Limit Records was releasing material every two weeks?) However, Slaughterhouse dedicate themselves to lyricism above all else, and as a result, they've been compared to the Wu-Tang Clan, another crew of solo artists who banded together for a common cause. Slaughterhouse is their first album, and more than likely it won't be their last.

Huh. Made it through the entire introduction without bringing up Joey getting Perez Hilton'd over the weekend by one of Raekwon's goons. Which, by the way, was a horrible publicity stunt for Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2, Rae, no matter how much Joey deserved that shit.

1. SOUND OFF
The introductory track on Slaughterhouse is produced by StreetRunner, and it isn't as celebratory or revolutionary as it should have been. Looking past that, though, each artist spits fire, alternating between a relaxed style and a Twista-trademarked speed-rap. Royce's is the first voice you hear, which makes sense, since in the grand scheme of the universe thus far, he is the most successful of the bunch, but he also gets to watch as his contribution is trounced by that of Joell Ortiz, who is pretty fucking impressive. I'm not sure why Joey felt the need to call out Asher Roth's name, even though he wasn't speaking ill of the man, which is entirely surprising, given his tendency to insert his foot into his mouth at every given opportunity.

2. LYRICAL MURDERERS (FEAT K-YOUNG)
I guess I was expecting too much when I hoped that a Slaughterhouse album, if one were to ever come into fruition, would be produced sans R&B hooks. Sigh. Once again, Joell comes across as if he has the most to prove, but overall I found this track to be pretty dull.

3. MICROPHONE
Features one of the better Alchemist beats I've heard in a long while, even though there's hardly anything to it. I love the fact that Al incorporated the “fire up this funk” vocal sample, which was last heard on Keith Murray's “Get Lifted”, into the instrumental, though: that was pretty sweet. Joey's verse sounds as if it were recorded on a different planet than the other three, both because of the sound quality of his verse compared to the other three participants and because Royce, Joell, and Crooked I sound worthy of the beat, while Budden sounds like he always does, cocky with no apparent justification. Joey doesn't ruin the song, though, so this shit is still pretty fucking awesome. Crooked I's line “If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?” is also hilarious, and I bet you that shit will earn him more than a few new female fans.

4. NOT TONIGHT
Royce's reference to Michael Jackson's death shows us just how recently this shit was recorded. This song took me by surprise, as it sounds so goddamn upbeat that (dare I say it?) it almost sounds like a radio-friendly affair. Definitely not what I was expecting, but at least the lyricism is up to par.

5. THE ONE (FEAT THE NEW ROYALES)
Oddly rock-tinged, which isn't a bad thing, but the hook is entirely unnecessary. Still, this song is more punchline than man.

6. IN THE MIND OF MADNESS (SKIT)
An interlude that delves into the mindset of the loose cannon Joe Budden. This was included why?

7. CUCKOO
The Jay-Z-inspired hook that refuses to be classified as such is kind of lazy, but it helps break up the flow of the track, as each rapper basically gets two verses. DJ Khalil's instrumental is mentally ill (in a bad way) and it could literally drive you insane, but the lyrics are all on point, especially Royce, who does his best impression of Slim Shady's sadistic thought process. Speaking of which, even with his poor showing on Relapse, who else thinks hearing Marshall alongside the Slaughterhouse Four (they really need to find one more member so that they can run with the Vonnegut reference) would be a good idea?

8. THE PHONE CALL (SKIT)


9. ONSLAUGHT 2 (FEAT FATMAN SCOOP)
Fatman Scoop? Really? Did you four lose a bet? No, wait, don't answer that: I don't like this song enough to give a fuck. The original “Onslaught” (which, to my understanding, was the first song that was ever credited to Slaughterhouse directly), which is readily available online, is the far superior track.

10. THE PHONE CALL 2 (SKIT)


11. SALUTE (FEAT PHAROAHE MONCH)
Joe Budden's thinly-veiled barbs aimed at Def Jam (his former label home) are tired and trite: honestly, man, these fans of yours who follow your every move on the Interweb blogs couldn't care less if the majors failed to promote an album that wasn't very good to begin with, as they love you any-fucking-way. Get over it. Other than that mild annoyance, this slow-moving train conducted by Mr. Porter (from D-12) is pretty good, although I found myself liking Pharoahe Monch's hook much more than any of the actual Slaughterhouse members. Yes, his hook is that nice. No wonder they didn't give the man a verse: it would be kind of embarrassing for even one of the core members to be outdone by a guest star on their debut disc.

12. PRAY (IT'S A SHAME)
Wu-Tang Clan fans may find themselves gravitating towards this track, as Joey is stuck handling hook duties only, but the song as a whole is pretty disappointing, especially Joell, who sounds like an elementary school student with a verse that is simple to understand, but is delivered in a fashion that wouldn't sound out of place on the recent reboot of The Electric Company.

13. CUT YOU LOOSE
Royce's opening verse accurately sums up a lot of the feelings that I and my fellow bloggers have about hip hop in general, so you will want to rewind it a few times before letting it play out. Sure, they may only be attacking our chosen genre because that's what their fans want to hear them say (if Royce admitted he loved Soulja Boy, for example, his credibility would be shot to hell), but the song is actually really fucking good, so I'll allow it. Joey's Method Man slight was unnecessary, though: dude, like I wrote before, you need to move on.

14. RAIN DROPS (FEAT NOVEL)
I understand that not every Slaughterhouse song needs to be about why these four guys are much better rappers than you or I, but that doesn't mean that they don't have a serious side. Everyone gets personal on here over a beat which Joe Budden probably felt right at home on, considering his Def Jam album was chock full of instrumentals such as this.

15. KILLAZ (FEAT MELANIE RUTHERFORD & C. BROWN)
I actually really fucking hated this song. Kind of a weak way to end the project. But there were a lot of good songs on Slaughterhouse, so this is easily forgotten.

THE LAST WORD: It would be impossible for Slaughterhouse to live up to our heightened expectations for their debut group effort, simply because we all have unrealistic dreams for the future of hip hop. That being said, some of these songs are great enough to keep hope alive, and although not every song works, Royce da 5'9”, Crooked I, and Joell Ortiz all rhyme as if their lives depended on it, and Joe Budden, who would probably be considered the weak link in the crew if there has to be one, also manages to hold the audience's interest for the most part. I anticipate a relatively quick follow-up effort, with a slightly larger budget set aside to pay off some of the biggest producers in the game (wouldn't you want to hear these guys over DJ Premier or Pete Rock's handiwork?) after Slaughterhouse takes off on the Interweb, even though they recorded this album with very little studio time and a budget that was equal to the purchase price of a used Hyundai. Unlike some newer artists heavily promoted by blogs (*cough* Asher Roth *cough*), this Slaughterhouse crew has some potential. And you may find something to like, even if you err on the side of the Wu.

-Max

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Not much in the way of Crooked I or Joell Ortiz (yet, but I'm working on it), but here's some Royce and Budden for you.