Riss’s Ramblings – 6 Feet Deep

Pre-Conceived Notions: Oh good, another hip hop album/ what the heck is horrorcore?

After Listening:  I don’t know why I feel like every album we listen to is hip hop.  It must be because it’s the genre that I’m least familiar with and so every album that I listen to feels like it’s hard work because I feel like my attention should be so focused.  Inevitably my mind wanders and the lyrics come to quickly for me to make up my mind about most things.  I mean this group is called Gravediggaz, so I wasn’t expecting unicorns and sunshine and harmonies, but I just didn’t feel like there was anything there that was that challenging or unexpected.  I have no nostalgic allegiance to this record, which I surprisingly feel kind of badly about.  However, I did like the way it was overtly pop-culturally informed on some tracks (most notably the Ferris Bueller reference in 1-800-suicide and the Jim Croce on Here Come the Gravediggaz) but on the whole, the beats caused me to zone out, not to be drawn in.

Favorite track: Here Come the Gravediggaz- There’s some piano, some 1940s feeling Looney Tunes/Twilight Zone sounds underneath and the intro hooked me.
Least Favorite Track: 2 Cups of Blood- I just can’t get past the sensory implication at the beginning.

Overall – 3.0  I feel like this is a difficult album to listen to at work.  I know that there’s more going on lyrically and I should be giving more attention to that, but when I’m trying to figure out the parent company for WhoNu? Cookies, I’m not paying attention to what I’m certain is probably a more intricate album than I heard this first time.  Unfortunately, I needed something else, beyond the overtly death-centric themes, for me to take notice.

Riss (46 Posts)

Raised in the Midwest, Marissa feels that she has absolutely no good defense for liking what she likes or nominating what she nominates. She likes it that way. With a preference for the indie music scene, there was a time before (alright a rough adolescence) filled with oldies, then country, then pop. She was an unabashed slave to Nsync, and boy bands in general, but not Backstreet Boys, god no! But that has passed. Marissa is passionate about music and about caring about music (and caring about things in general). She considers herself a stereotype, a cliche and a conundrum, all at the same time. When not listening to music Marissa enjoys watching movies, that she will sometimes review on her blog. She is an avid reader and a seasoned podcaster.


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