![]() I hate to say it, but thank god this happened. Clipse had to stay on Jive while Star Trak moved to Interscope Records. Details are scarce on this period but what is known is financing for recording was cut in 2004 as Arista Records was absorbed into Jive Records under a merger between Sony Music and BMG. This brings us to where we left off in 2003, recording their sophomore album. “Grindin’” changed everything, shaving everything down to an ever mutating drum pattern, a few synth plinks, and Pusha T and Malice laying down diamond hard bars, it became an unlikely top 40 hit and gave the Clipse the platform they needed to take creative control of their sophomore effort. Released in 2002 Lord Willin’ was a solid album with a lead single so earth shaking its producer had to state on its intro that nobody had ever heard anything like this before. Now under a label run by someone who fully recognized their potential, Clipse were getting their shot. Then, in 2001, Pharrell Williams, a friend of the Thorntons since childhood, got his own imprint on Arista Records, Star Trak, and quickly signed Clipse. The brothers Thornton had to wait their turn once again. ![]() Their entire debut album, Exclusive Audio Footage, had been completed in the late 90’s and shelved by Elektra Records for having no commercial potential. After being knee deep in the rap game for years, Clipse were no strangers to being f*cked with by record labels. Back through the album, back past the album release date, back, back, back, back to 2003. “Something’s wrong with me/Niggas don’t get along with me/Got a fo-fo/Hope your body got strong kidneys – OH!” Those final exclamations are the surprised cries of two drug-dealing brothers as bullets find their targets, the sound of death finally taking them. “One day, they may even catch up to me man/But ‘til then I’m Leonardo, catch me if you can – UH!” Then his brother, cruising through his city, contemplating the men he’s killed and the women he’s used. ![]() First comes Gene, standing on the balcony of his ill gotten home, jaw set, glaring through his Louie V Millionaire sunglasses. After eleven straight tracks of unrepentant evil, everything comes to a head on the grand finale, “Nightmares”. A perfect album.īrothers Terrence and Gene Thornton end the final verses on their magnum opus, Hell Hath No Fury, in very similar and very important ways. Review Summary: Terror thinly disguised as bravado, music that pushes the limits of production, Hell Hath No Fury is nearly unparalleled in rap music. ![]()
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