Eminem - The Slim Shady EP (1997)
Now doesn't that look suspiciously like Black Flag's 1981 release "Damaged"? I'm not pointing any fingers.. I'M POINTING A LAWSUIT IN YOUR DIRECTION, MR. EM I. NEM!!
On this EP, after a creepy intro track, Eminem comes back as his infamous alter ego Slim Shady who, as you undoubtedly know, doesn't give a shit about anything, loves to kill people, do drugs, just basic "Uncle Johnny is okay in short doses but don't go to his house without telling your parents" shit. Funny how Slim Shady can do all of this shit, but he can't help but remain rapping in mostly the same type of style on his previous album, but about a variety of shit like murder, drugs, and.. Murder and drugs! Alright, "If I Had..." and "Murder, Murder" both talk about being poor as shit, which is great to add some relatability (did you know that's not even a word? incredible!) and also a statement of where he was in life when recording this EP, but let's get onto what you really wanna read:
My suicide note.
And also the review!!
The main questions are "Is it better than "Infinite"?" and "Does it compare to "The Slim Shady LP"?" and the answers are "yes" and "no" respectively. Okay, so Eminem's rapping about shit your mom wouldn't approve of you having a cassette of, that's really neat, I mean it! With this whole stab-stab and shoot-shoot talk, referring to killing people -AND- doing heroin, because Eminem's got a fetish for double entendres (this was way before his fetish for window panes and Nintendo games) but he's STILL rapping like he did on "Infinite", which makes this just feel like a horrorcore version of that album with some decent songs that'd go on to be massively improved on the next album, and a few throwaways to throw on some "EMINEM: SLIM SHADY UNLEASHED" mixtape you upload to DatPiff.
Where does the really good shit kick in? The next album? I'm an impatient son of a bitch, especially when it comes to food, but that one makes the wait of going through his discography start to be worth it. My best advice is to just take the belt off of your arm and pop in something else to disappoint your mother with while you're shattering her expectations of you on her own couch. Trust my advice, I'm a doctor. I have a PHD.
Pretty Huge DUCK!! That son of a bitch is OBESE!!
HOLY SHIT, IT'S A GOOSE!!!
6/10 ________________________________________________________
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