With their key act the Kottonmouth Kings about to enter middle age, the Suburban Noize label was either doomed to extinction -- because skateboarding stoner rap acts with a taste for anarchy don't age gracefully -- or the Brokencyde had to happen. These Auto-Tuned crunk-punk rappers seem much more aware of Akon, Fergie, and Flo Rida than their spiritual godfathers, the Kings, and are much less into spiritual unity, thinking about tomorrow, or seeking the kind bud. They'll take kinky sex over all that, and prefer drinking so much that they'll honor the act with Puff Daddy-like disco numbers called "Tipsy," as if J-Kwon never happened. The silly energy and sick jokes suggest that the members of this rebellious crew are possibly unaware of Kwon's "Tipsy" from 2004 (five years ago equals ancient history), which means you get some great ideas conceived in a high-school hallway (thrash metal/screamo growls for background vocals as Gwen Stefani-esque beats thump) along with some truly awful ones (if you're old enough to drive, that'll be most of the lyrics). There's an old man pictured with a pimp chalice in the CD's booklet, so if that has you going "LOL," sign up. Otherwise, this is the most aptly named album ever and a parent's worst nightmare, thanks to its irresponsible attitude toward drinking, women, and songwriting.
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AllMusic Review by David Jeffries
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