33 chains
>percocets
>molly, percocets
>percocets
>molly, percocets
>percocets
>molly, percocets
>percocets
>molly, percocets
>percocets
>molly, percocets
Top off
That’s a liability
shitty music video
low IQ Negroes can't do anything properly
I'M RICK JAMES, BITCH!!!
Bustin' out of L-7 [Gordy, 1979]
Fairy funky, sure, although not on the slow numbers. But if this is 'delic, then so is the Strawberry Alarm Clock. C+
Garden of Love [Gordy, 1980]
The latest PR from the P-Funk ministry has been calling him "Slick Rick". Slick Lame is more like it. Here he makes do like crazy with the free-love smarm, such as on "Merry Go Round", a song that takes a utilitarian view of a woman living the free-loving life. C-
Street Songs [Gordy, 1981]
There's never been any doubt that James was commercial, as they say, but this time that's a plus--when he's not rocking, which is mostly, he even comes up with some dynamite love-man bullshit. And the street simulations are convincing enough. But I still want to know whether "The kind of girl you read about/In new-wave magazines" is "kinky" after the manner of the one in "Ghetto Life" who has "pigtails down to her shoulders." 'Cause with her, it may just be the hair. A-
Throwin' Down [Gordy, 1982]
I was so sure that Rick James didn't even want to top Street Songs--might give his fans the wrong idea and he'd have to actually work for a living. Hence there's nothing on here as epochal as "Super Freak". But the fast ones are such bad fun, and he's the nearest thing to a pop musician in the rock and roll sense that today's black charts (as well as today's white charts) has to offer. And in that great tradition, he should never sing a ballad again. B+
Cold-Blooded [Gordy, 1983]
As his head continues to expand, tricks that once seemed expedient now become a necessity. Teena Marie and the latter-day Tempts he could keep up with, but Smokey Robinson shows him up hard, not to mention the absurdity of "P.I.M.P. T.H.E. S.I.M.P." This is not a man who should criticize his peers for dressing funny. B-
Glow [Gordy, 1985]
Rick James was never Mr. IQ to begin with, but this record is an embarrassment. All of which makes his continuing failure to conquer MTV a mystery, since between his fop coiffure, one-dimensional beat, and relentless sexual self-aggrandizement, that's clearly where he belongs alongside Billy Idol, but hey, what's a little grease among professionals? C-
Flag [Gordy, 1986]
I generally ignore charges that political content is commercially motivated, but with James I buy 'em. The real Rick James was the moist romantic fop of Glow, and when his self-expression didn't get off, he churned out some lines at the Rock, honing his craft by-the-by. C
Wonderful [Reprise, 1988]
Freed at last from Mr. Gordy's plantation, James gives up that begged, borrowed, or stolen funk, the highlight being "Loosey's Rap". But he still can't resist ballads, a big mistake for a guy who spells "l-u-v" as "c-u-m". Docked a notch for peeping as the girls go down, and then for suggesting that a devil lesbian go straight by reaching into his trousers and fishing out his dick. C+
I never could get into Rick James because his voice annoys me.