Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo
When the life-during-wartime wingnut-propagandist blatherings of Rush Limbaugh began oozing from a co-worker’s cubicle the other morning (“B-but Mr. Lumbergh told me I could listen to my radio at a reasonable volume”), I decided I needed to headphone something more soothing. Ironic that a gangsta-rap summit meeting between Brotha Lynch Hung and C-Bo—two of Sactown’s finer word ninjas, from rival sets of the 24th Street and 29th Street Garden Blocc Crips, respectively—would be just the totem to settle my hash, but it did. In fact, by track five, Lynch and Tech N9ne’s “187 on a Hook,” with its hypnotically addictive “It’s one-eight-seven on the muthafuckin’ hook / Niggas out of bounds shoulda shook …” chorus, I not only was sanguine but was jabbering along—just like the mousy Michael Bolton character who’s stuck in traffic at the beginning of the 1999 Mike Judge film Office Space. Ergo, a swell CD.