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Doin’ it Doggie Style in the USA

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Way back in the eighties there was a thing, an important thing, called rap. This now-forgotten art form consisted
of a bunch of angry black men shouting about fighting the power, burning down Hollywood, and pointing out that
their lethal weapons were those grayish-white masses inside their noggins. Then it all turned to shit, and instead of
politically relevant rap we have a bunch of loud-mouthed braggarts going on about bitches and bling. And of course,
that’s when the entire thing took off, because when it comes to a vacuum, what nature abhors popular culture adores.

The only real exception to this gelding of a once dangerous and ferocious genre has been, ironically enough,
some skinny white kid with the almost unbearably dorky name of Marshall Mathers. Unlike his namesake,
Eminem not only insists on melting in your hand but in squirting it all over the place, though he usually
dilutes his vitriol with a dash of humor. Eminem protégé Yelawolf, however, dispenses with the humor and
goes straight for the unvarnished truth about what life in Amerika is really like for the lower echelons
of that benighted wasteland.

Despite the moniker, Yelawolf is not a Chan or a Wong from Chinatown, but a skinny
white boy from the South – straight outta Alabama as it were. Apart from his paleness and absurd name,
the other thing Yelawolf has in common with young Marshall is his refusal to shut the hell up
about that most vexing and most ignored of social problems, class. So here now, from his new
album Radioactive, is Yelawolf’s ode to life in the USA, a life which apparently
is not quite the bowl of cherries that the oligarchs would like to the world to believe.