Rewd Adams and The Last Skeptik How Not to Make a Living
"I remember when I worked in an office and I earned a monthly salary. But I spent every day in that office wondering how long I could put my head in the photocopier for before I got cancer just to end things because it was so mundane. Now at least if I'm broke I'm not bored. I've got Twitter."
Bri'ish rapper Rewd Adams clearly has a distaste for the workaday lifestyle a lot of us are resigned to living until just about the time they bury our asses. It's thanks to albums like How Not to Make a Living that I manage not to be bored while I'm making mine. Adams' swaggering "real talk" and raised middle finger to the Man aren't anything new, for hip-hop, punk rock or whatever, but he owns the no-compromise schtick compellingly and his delivery and sense of flow are spot on. But what jacks the album up a few notches more is the sterling production of The Last Skeptik. The last few years, I've become a big fan of great sounding rap records, and they don't come a whole lot better than How Not to Make a Living. In what is something of a kitchen-sink approach, The Last Skeptik offers enough variety to scratch whatever itch you might have for beats and samples. And if you're unemployed and disaffected, Adams will give you even more reason to love it.