Warning: If you like your hip-hop insightful, introspective, intelligent, intellectual, uplifting, thoughtful, reflective and/or educational than this CD is not for you. But if you like your hip-hop disrespectful, offensive, lewd, naughty, distasteful, insulting, rude and/or perverted than the Odd Couple’s Alcohol/ism may be right up your alley. Louis Logic and Jay Love bring to you an album void of any specific message whatsoever except for talking shit,
getting drunk, getting high, and the all-time favorite…getting ass. This is an album of dirty perverted fun and if you are looking for anything more
than that you may as well look elsewhere.

    Jay Love and Louis Logic hook up for what can be described as the lewd album of the year hands down (a far cry from Louis Logic’s Sin-a-Matic). It’s all in good fun though, as the many of the songs showcase the naughty minds of the two emcees. Joints like “Wreckyalife” featuring production by J.J. Brown are just flat out ignorant, yet may bring out a snide snicker out of those with an over the top sense of humor. Louis Logic, of course, may top the crudeness of the song with lines like “Oh so now we getting trife?/well then you bet your life/I take potshots at my ex when I bless the mic/she’s a freak 5 days out of the week/the other 2 she’s a filthy fuckin whore laid out on the sheets/so getting played out on the beat won’t kill you/when you gone and bone so much that even Johnny Holmes meat won’t fill you/(ewww dude)hold up/I ain’t the one out and getting my holes plugged/with a birds eye view of hundreds of genitals close up….”. It’s pretty much along these lines that the album stays. The duo threaten the hell out of everyone with the solid “Beat Your Ass” and attack the mic ferociously with “Simple Words.” Celph Titled, J-Zone and J.J. Brown give the album the hint of ignorance needed to keep up the pace with the mic passing efforts of “Open the Mic.” They even inquire about some of the things we wonder about but don’t say out loud on “Por Que”. The Avid Record Collector and J.J. Brown hold down the production end of the album with solid production from both (J.J. Brown with “Too
Much Heat” and Avid with “The Lounge”).

     The issues with Alcohol/ism lie within how much of this naughty album can one man (or woman even) take. In wit, it’s a far cry from the likes of J-Zone, although it may be the next best thing (or only next thing). After a while the lewdness loses steam and may have the listener searching for something a little more sharp in wit. Songs like “Between Your Legs” are a bit too distasteful. As Jay Love and Louis Logic lament about a woman’s pubic hair, it is apparent that this may not be the CD you would want to play around your mate out loud. It’s so crude that at the end of the day, when you are all finished listening to their debacles, you want to hide it underneath the sink where your father’s old Hustler magazines are hidden. Whether you ever will pull Alcohol/ism out for another listen is totally up for debate. But seriously…how many times can you “read” the same dirty
magazine? Ummm…don’t answer that.