The hip-hop genre is epitomized by poets and thugged-out simpletons. In a sea of gangstas and hos, a pasty white boy is producing ballads of robots and data encryption. MC Frontalot, pioneer of the "nerdcore" hip-hop subgenre, has released a new album titled Secrets from the Future. This is a follow-up to his Nerdcore Rising album, which was released in 2005.
This brand of music is certainly a unique concept, and the album features song titles such as "You Got Asperger's" and "I Hate Your Blog." Could this be somewhat interesting and carry the potential to entertain? If you think so, you might be as imbecilic as I was for taking this review.
I can only assume that Frontalot was going for laughs, and his drivel induced none from me. Drawing any parallels between his work and that of clever laugh rappers like Eminem would be a mistake. Frontalot's attempts at musical wit are absent of inspiration and writing quality while his delivery is flat. Simply put, the man's singing bores me to a greater extent than his flavorless lyrics.
"Bizarro Genius Baby?" That's correct. This song--which claimed the longest four minutes of my life--describes an alleged dream of the artist's in which he fathered an infant prodigy. A dream denied, I'm certain. The best line of this song was a lame ending to a sorry performance. As for "You Got Asperger's," Frontalot has clearly confused the symptoms of this syndrome with those of high-functioning autism.
Then again, song titles are irrelevant when every song on the CD sounds identical to the previous waste of cerebral activity. The instrumentation and vocal performances are equally bland. This album is not jarringly piss poor; it's just a worthless, insipid 52 minutes of "who cares" with a side of "shut the Hell up."
This is a man whiter than Al Gore feigning a rapper's voice in the clumsiest, most transparent way possible as a means for joking of pseudointellectual subjects in an asinine manner. Perhaps Frontalot should adopt a better front, as his lack of style and attitude is glaringly reflected in his work. Good music is not born of nonsense, which appears to be the strong point of his rhymes.
You hate my blog, Frontalot? It's divine in comparison to your album and that's not saying much. Frontalot's ideas could very well become something decent in more capable hands. Without actual talent and creativity to back up his concepts, they are merely pathetic and annoying. Secrets from the Future is an all-around loser.