In front of us is the 17th EP Detroit, Michigan dementia duo Twiztid. Made of Jamie Madrox and carbon monoxide, both initially as part of Krazees with their childhood friend The Roc in 1992, and then first dissolved after 5 years. Almost immediately afterwards, the crazy clown Posse brings Jamie & Mono under their wings and signs them as psychiatric records because of who they are called today. They would become the label’s 2nd biggest act being their mentors off projects like Mostasteless, Freek Show, Mirror Mirror, The Green Book, WICKED (Wish I Could Kill Every Day & Abominationz. Shortly after the latter was released, Twiztid left Psychopathic to form Majik Ninja Entertainment in 2014. Since then they’ve released 7 albums & 9 EPs on their own label, my Favorites of which being /ˌrevəˈlāSH⁽ᵊ⁾n/ Apart from the sequels made by the Zeuss, their funeral is unlikely. On the weekend of 4/20, they hit a nickel bag sequel.
“421” is that hardcore hip-hop introduction made by Fritz, that the cat is talking about it at every party, whether or not there is a party with absolute 0 fucks, and the “tarantula” route is slower, with slower route suggestions keep it high to make it improve every day. As Grady Finch talks about losing hope and control at the same time, until the closing track “I myself” keeps a deeper trap edge, or is offered by James Garcia or the artist formerly known as the young evil, “422” puts a clumsy trap atmosphere on losing hope and control.
The original nickel bag is known for its collection of mixes, with only a few newly recorded songs, but the sequel here goes beyond its predecessor, giving up the need for more refreshing pieces besides the “420 Premium Quality” contained in the electrical luxury deluxe debris. Fritz once again handles James & Grady’s personal contribution, which marks the return of Twiztid’s hardcore hip-hop style, after welcoming you to the influence of heavy rap metal/NU metal during the funeral.
Score: 8/10
