Album Review: Hell Hath No Fury by Clipse

If you were making a chart of malign influences on popular music over the past 40 years - scat singing, nu-metal, the dark and fateful moment when Gary Lightbody turned to his friends and said, "I'm going to form a band called Snow Patrol" - then cocaine would come high. It would trump the work of Simon Cowell: say what you like about the man who invented Il Divo, at least he didn't kill John Entwistle and break up the Stone Roses. A spin of Chic's Greatest Hits dispels the myth that everyone on cocaine makes bad music, but it's still hard to think of anything responsible for more tedious, drawn-out, self-important records.

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It took Clipse over four years to get their second proper album on the shelves. As they were eager to discuss, the lag wasn't their fault. Well documented in print and on the Web, the oil spills and trap doors placed in front of the Thornton brothers were numerous. However, they weren't completely handcuffed.

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Clipse :: Hell Hath No FuryRe-Up Gang/Jive/ZombaAuthor: Pedro 'DJ Complejo' HernandezIt's difficult to find a starting point for the Clipse's sophomore album. Should I take a straightforward approach and drop some background behind the album title and relate it to the content found within? Maybe readers would be better served by a summary of the oft-publicized difficulties of actually getting this album out and the Clipse's mixtape grind in the mean time. Better yet, I could go into the re-emergence of cocaine raps in hip-hop and how the Clipse epitomize all that is good about the crack game/rap game relationship.

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