When TV show The Word visited Ice-T's Los Angeles home in the early 1990s, the gangsta rapper may well have been the coolest figure in pop. Then he invited the cameras to inspect his music collection. In the programme's most fateful moment, Ice-T selected a CD that looked suspiciously like Invisible Touch by Genesis, and drawled: "Phil Collins is my man." Here was an early instance of a puzzling phenomenon: when hip-hop and R&B artists turn their attentions to rock music, they appear to be seized by a madness that destroys their sense of good taste.
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