Review Summary: I was wrong.
My younger self could not stand the idea that bands like Brokencyde existed. The mixture of pop, hip-hop, and harsh vocals was an abomination, because damn it, I was a trve metalhead. Pop did not mix with metal. However, it does. Yes, I convinced myself I didn’t like Brokencyde, but I did - I really did. Don’t get me wrong, Brokencyde is still a terrible band. This album showed the peak of their career, and even still, it was obnoxious as fuck, abrasive, and goofball cringe with slapstick party growls. These are also the reasons why the album works — it’s over-the-top fun.
Brokencyde’s cover of Get Low may not be on this album, but it shows off their dgaf party hard attitude with catchy beats — extremely catchy. For those who can’t stand listening to growls, this album is not for you. When you think there will be a pretty moment, another moment will interrupt your solitude with another yaoooooow. I love it, they keep the train rolling on a destructive course to your feeble ear drums, and if you can’t handle it it’s your fault.
Despite so many aggressive moments, the album is simple, gleeful entertainment. Like LMFAO on more drugs, Brokencyde come in hot with Myspace hip-hop swagger up the wazoo, and it’s both hilarious and swagnificent. Laced with auto-tuned choruses, and melodies inserted in every possible crevice, they get the crowd moving. The lyrics are ridiculously sexual, self-centred, and overtly brash. It was a main criticism back in the day, but nowadays — who cares? The amount of cringe is perfect to the point of parody. If you can’t laugh during Teach Me How To Scream your funny bone may be broken. These guys are generally considered pioneers of crunkcore for a reason, their music is iconic, and at this point, incredibly nostalgic.
