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10 December, 2003@12:00 am

      Necro has made a name for himself as the godfather of sickness. He is an independent impresario and a purveyor of fine smut. A pioneer of what can only be termed as “extreme music,” he has been churning out anthems of gore and violence for over five years now, combining his ill production skills with a penchant for vivid and brutal rhymes. Lyrically, his evil narrations are metaphoric glimpses into a pretty disturbed mind. The kid just ain’t right. Necro does it all, but it’s his beats that are the real standout. They always sound like the score to a low budget snuff flick and perfectly complement his morbid steez. His sick fascination with the darker sides of reality plays out like a slasher movie on wax and the results are not what you’d expect from your typical Brooklyn MC. He sets himself apart from the standard by injecting so much vivid description into his songs. No floss, no ice, just an honest exploration of all the vices that lurk in the darkest recesses of the human mind. Lots of blood, lots of guns, lots of Satanic worship and Slayer references, lots of drugs. It’s the stuff that your parents hate and your girl makes you turn off when you’re in the ride. Necro makes his home in all the murky spots of a twisted psyche, the places where few ever dare to tread.


     Brutality Pt. 1 is more of a compilation album, and continues in the same vein. It maintains that same gritty independent ethos that Necro has established with his earlier releases, in both style and substance. It is released on his own Psycho+Logical imprint. Its shock value alone makes Marilyn Manson look like the cartoon puppet that he really is. Even the artwork, design and layout is a homage to all the old classic horror movies and comic books of the past. The album’s release coincides with Necro’s directorial debut in the world of underground torture porn. All production duties are handled by Necro himself, and all the tracks fit perfectly with the verbal obscenities that he writes. The real surprise here is how Necro steps up with his vocal skills. The first track, “I’m Your Idol”, is bangin’; pure neck-cracking, razor-sharp, rapid-fire delivery over a sparse, hard beat. Lyrically, the album’s content is enough to make even the staunchest deviant cringe and it is sure to send the brigades of family values, white Christian, moral majority-types running to jump on the protest bandwagon. It is one long foray into the forbidden, an autobiographical document of aural pornography. The lead single; “White Slavery”, is an evil depiction of the brutal sex slave trade underscored by a trademark Necro beat; creepy and haunting, driving and pulsing. The beat is as lurid as the “Hard Copy-esque” subject matter the lyrics describe. The song portrays Necro as the dark overlord of a sordid empire of flesh and its detailed descriptions give the listener the feeling that this crazy bastard has lived every word he’s speaking. The entire album is filled with visions of explicit and raw carnality mixed with gritty street realities. Splatter-core anthems include “Reign In Blood”, “Frank Zito”, and “Morbid Shit”. The Uncle Howie camp represents with fellow Non-Phixion  heathens Ill Bill and Goretex lending their talents in some really strong guest spots and keeping the energy level high by contributing some violent lines and sick flows. On “Street Veteran”, Mr. Hyde and Necro trade verses over a nice head-nod track that is laced with a dusty and beautiful piano sample that almost belies the violent nature of the lines it accompanies. “Swordfish” is more of the same heavy-handed lyrical brutality juxtaposed with a delicate, lamenting violin sample that is absolutely sliced by Ill Bill’s verse. On “Our Life”, Necro and Ill Bill combine again to provide compelling insight into the life experience that goes into creating the kind of warped mind that is Necro by reliving and retelling their life’s stories.


     Brutality Pt. 1 is definitely not for the feint of heart. Nor is it for those who are “sensitive.” But for all those that like the sticky, nasty, bloody sort of hip-hop that Necro brings, this is the perfect record.

  Mixtape D.L.
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