To be open-minded is a skill. A skill that I attempted with BrokeNCYDE’s newest release. It’s a skill that turned out to be nearly impossible in this case. I really did try though, honestly – and it almost worked, too. It almost worked, that is, until the introduction ended. When the first song began, my hopes deteriorated as each word was pronounced. By the end of the sentence “I’m wasted, I’m gone, feelin’ myself f*cking with the lights on,” I had pretty much returned to the state of closed-mindedness. But then I thought, no. I must give them a chance. And with this mentality, I continued on – into BrokenCYDE’s Guilty Pleasure.
Obviously a big part of being a band is the musical aspect. With previous albums, the band could be considered “crunkcore.” Whenever a genre has “core” as the suffix, it can be assumed they are a scene band, and BrokeNCYDE was just that. But with this album, they tread dangerously on the line between the assumed “crunkcore” and radio rap. They begin to lose that scene-kid edge they had in I’m Not a Fan but the Kids Like It, and lead towards foreign-genre territory. However, at least they know how to pick out the popular beats and layer their own material on top of them. For example; the synth work in the first song (second track) “Burnin” sounds similar to the synth work in “Like a G6,” the all too famous Far East Movement song. In addition to that, the chorus in “Fly Away,” the ‘sweet song’ off the album, sounds like a watered down version of Enrique Iglesias’s “Tonight (I’m Lovin’ You).” And, similar to “I Whip My Hair Back and Forth” by Willow Smith, in “Doin My Thang,” the phrase “doin’ my thang” is repeated 45 times throughout the three minute song.
We all know the destruction of the english language is nothing new for BrokeNCYDE, nor for any other rap artists in general, which is what BrokeNCYDE seems to be aiming for this time around. From “Burnin,” to “The Party Don’t Stop,” to “Girls Girls Girls,” a single fact is made blatantly obvious: vulgarity seems to be the only thing that has cumulated in their tiny little vocabulary. Because surely, if they knew anything else about words at all, the sentence “I do it like you doesn’t” would never have been formed.
Therefore, if you are into albums that contain nothing but songs about drinking, sex, and parties written at an elementary-level, this one is for you. If not, this song is thirteen unlucky songs of lyrics even frequenters of this genre should be ashamed to “get down” to. I tend to be the latter, but as the band themselves say: “trollers gonna troll, we don’t really care.”