Sophomore record for Eric Breed, the MC who tried in vain to put Flint, Michigan, on the rap map. Production is decent, supplied entirely by Bernard Terry and Flash Technology, while MC Breed is in charge of the rapping part. He deals with Wrap Records, the tape is distributed by Ichiban Records.
The disk is opened by "Ain't Be Fucked With", simplistic rhythm, lean boom bap with deadly heavy drum machine, lean and syncopated, pounding, the cut isn't helped by the rapper's slow syncopated delivery. The title track is even worse, due to an annoying boom bap with lean and heavy syncopated drum machine, on this simplistic rhythm Breed delivers with a slow and subdued syncopated style.
The next two pieces also have simplistic beats, with frantic or pounding drum machines, and urgent delivery in the third track. "Flash's Groove" is a rare decent song, scratched intro, jazzy boom bap with skinny, pounding and syncopated drum machine in the background, dope cornet sample, it's an acceptable instrumental choice. "Ain't Too Much Worried" is, by far, the best song of the LP: splendid intro with elegant light piano and soulful sample in the background, dope, then light jazzy boom bap, rhythm left to breathe, confident, skeletal, syncopated drum machine, and soulful chorus.
MC Breed brings out an autobiographical joint performed with a slow syncopated and for once, smooth delivery. The next cut is discreet, boasting a good g-funk intro with dope synths, lean syncopated and pounding drum, and decent rapping by Breed. "Be Myself" features the tape's only guest, Chuck Nyce: simplistic beat with slow pounding drum machine, acceptable delivery, but the rhythm is annoying.
"Great Depression" has better musical vibes, although the production is lean and the drum is syncopated and fast, while Breed delivers slow. After the tenth choice, the tape comes to a close: "Life of a Flintstone" is the last acceptable tune, with a simple and lean rhythm, the usual slow drum machine and the usual syncopated delivery. Closes, before the final thanks that last over five minutes, a simple, lean rhythm, with a slow pounding syncopated drum machine to support one of Breed's poorest deliveries here.
Eric Breed is inspired and influenced by West Coast sounds and lyrics of the early nineties, however he brings out a patchy album, with a generic delivery style and mediocre gangsta lyrics. The producers don't do a lot to help him, most of the rhythms are acceptable, but too many boring and listless beats kill the fluidity and regularity of the project.
Rating: 5/10.
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