Devin The Dude
Suite #420
Release Date: Apr 20, 2010
Genre(s): Rap
Record label: Koch
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Album Review: Suite #420 by Devin The Dude
Fairly Good, Based on 4 Critics
Based on rating 7/10
The AC/DC of trashy stoner rap, Devin the Dude had released a fat set of like-minded and like-sounding albums by the time he got to this 2010 release, but just like those metal gods, Devin’s redundancy is the reason fans keep coming back. They won’t be disappointed by Suite #420, which features the usual set of chilled-out weed anthems, sex jokes, and old-school R&B beats, along with those great oddball numbers the Dude uses to break each album up. Here it’s the new wave-flavored, heartbreak song “Where Ya At?” along with the crooked and appropriately titled “Funky Little Freestyle,” where Devin offers “I baffle the minds of workers at the Laundromat/They think my clothes have been worn by a walking ganja plant”.
Based on rating 3/5
To say that Devin the Dude only talks about weed would be a bit of a misstatement. He does rhyme and sing about other topics. On his latest, Suite 420, those include sex, relationships, gossip and business, but it always comes back to his favourite plant. [rssbreak] Like the smoke emanating from his doobie ashtray, the weed talk permeates every subject.
Based on rating 5.3/10
In a recent interview with New York magazine, Devin the Dude comes perilously close to admitting that he made Suite 420 mostly as an excuse to release an album on April 20. That's a deeply ridiculous example of stoner logic at work, but it's also pretty emblematic of where this particular rap legend is living these days. Suite 420 is Devin's seventh solo album, and rappers barely ever reach that level of career longevity without, at some point, moving beyond their comfort zone and trying to reach a bigger audience.
Opinion: Mediocre
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