Review Summary: "A stale, weak fusion band that is too idiotic to even be called pretentious."1 of 1 thought this review was well written
Ah, Deez Nuts.
Once a hilariously danceable rapechild of hardcore and hip-hop; now a stale, weak fusion band that is too idiotic to even be called pretentious.
Spawned after the disbanding of Adelaide’s I Killed the Prom Queen in 2007, former drummer J.J. Peters decided to ‘do a Dave Grohl’ and start a solo project, in which he would record each of the instruments, multi-tracked, himself.
Heavily influenced by the hip-hop scene and classic hardcore punk, Peters released an EP (Rep Your Hood) after positive touring of some demoed material. Personally, I loved this release. It was brilliantly self-aware, offensive and in-your-face, and it provided a fun setlist for a live show that parodied it’s own scene for the mindlessness of itself. Plenty of gang-vocals and simple hardcore scene lyrics, it was great fun with a bunch of friends to kind of laugh at yourself and the whole hardcore scene.
2008, Deez Nuts releases his first full-length studio album, ‘Stay True’. Delivering more of the fun, energetic lyrics and song themes of the previous release, Stay True also gave up some of the humour and self-awareness for a slightly more serious and ultimately bland record.
Now, in 2010, we are presented with the sophomore full-length, ‘This One’s For You’. The album opens with a down-the-line hip-hop intro with the title ‘How About Some Hardcore?’. I thought this was going to be similar to the intro track of Rep Your Hood and give me some sort of punch in the face that this was going to be a straight up rapcore album, but the out of place hip-hop goes for the whole track and segues into the first ‘official’ track of the album ‘Don’t Call it a Comeback’.
Now, at this point, after the strange hip-hop introduction, I’m already a little disappointed that this album has lost Deez Nuts’ signature Self Awareness and humour, but low-and-behold, track two starts with some pleasingly in-your-face hardcore punk speed-riffage and yelling.
That is until track three begins. I sit. And listen. And I’m disappointed already. More of the same Deez Nuts, but with a little more of the serious tone of the previous release. Track four begins. And I listen. Track five begins. And this is where I become irritated. The song, entitled ‘DTD’ is a party song praising Peters’ drinking crew, Drunk ‘Til Death. It’s mindless and idiotic, and I wait impatiently for the next song.
Track six, ‘Go Veg’ is a nineteen second hardcore bombardment that tells the listener to ‘go veg! go veg! go veg!’ It’s funny, it’s hardcore and I like it. But after the nineteen seconds is over, it’s just track seven, ‘I Don’t Give a Mother ***’.
I sit and listen through the whole album, and I’m obviously far too optimistic that it will get better, but at the end of the record I accept the fact that Deez Nuts is getting stale. I really don’t care much for this album at all, and quite frankly, it’s music written by idiots, for idiots. Peters says that he wrote this album in two weeks. It shows.
I can imagine how fun this might be at the next live show, if you’re into that whole mindless parties, hardcore music and womanising thing , but I’d really rather go back and listen to Rep Your Hood for the lolz, because - to me at least - it’s self-parody of that whole scene.
Dudes love pussy. Bitches love dick.
Have a laugh, Deez Nuts, and get over yourself.