Rating: N
Mickey Avalon is apparently a former drug addict and hustler who laces his raps with true-life tales of desperation and depravity. And he really sucks. On his debut album (issued in conjunction with MySpace Records, no less), the self-proclaimed glam (read vapid and gimmicky) rapper lays his redundant, shitty raps, complete with faux street accent, about shooting junk and fucking for cash over top of some of the thinnest, blandest beats this side of 1998. Yeah, rapping is a great way to get out all your personal demons and talk about how tough life is and shit, but when a dude like Avalon comes along and tries so desperately to be gritty and tell us about his various misadventures, it absolutely reeks of an attention-starved flake of a person desperately vying to be seen and heard, even though he doesn’t have that much to say. Corin Nemec (formerly of Parker Lewis Can’t Lose fame) took the cover photo, so I guess that’s something.
