By Kevin Smith
Arizona Daily Wildcat
Thursday October 17, 2002
Paullelujah!
To hip-hop purists and enthusiasts who think white rappers are ruining the game: Better stop reading this review and cover your ears.
MC Paul Barman is about as white and un-street as they come. He doesn't flow; he doesn't even try to, nevertheless he's a rapping episode of "South Park."
For instance, on "Cock Mobsters," Barman fantasizes about knocking boots with dozens and dozens of celebrities. "I'd want a smelly slice/of Kelly Price/Plus get with the hairy scar/of Teri Garr·/I would jizz early/ inside Liz Hurley," before hitting us with the hook: "A porn utopia/a cornucopia/of warm fallopia."
The production is top-notch thanks to all those who worked to pull this off, namely Prince Paul, MikeTheMusicGuy, MF Doom and Phofo. They all take turns twirling a crank, emitting the whacked out sound of this hip-hop jack-in-the-box, letting Barman effectively spit his startling joker rhymes and rhythms.
The great thing about this is how fresh it is. Barman makes no reference to cheddar, nor does he classify women in two categories, nor does he make any lame champagne references and he doesn't care if you like it, either.
This is what hip-hop needs: to lighten up and evolve, instead of recycling and stagnating.
Hate if you want to, but a new school is being built across the street.