LAST COPY!

Another faceless album from the so-called "mosquito", full of shoot-from-the-hip vice signals and crass, juvenile songwriting. N****r Addicted Jackaholic is startlingly frank, if narratively underdeveloped. Listeners will never find themselves in doubt about any of its plot turns or artistic choices, to say the least. Superficially provocative (but ultimately meaningless), this 54-minute album somehow offers no new insights or content. It is compelling up to only an early point, then simply numbing, trite and repetitive. INTERRACIAL SEX often luxuriates in his audience's discomforts for longer than they actually have the attention span to understand. He is seemingly attuned to some concepts of race-specific moral complexity, but also avoidant of any direct mention of them. With this new album the question is whether, in his depiction of degradation, he is also enacting it.

Housed in a black bag with TONS of inserts.