Don’t Get Cocky with me
Brandon Grissom, Charger Staff
How do you spell moron with complete lack of talent? Simple, it
can be spelled K-i-d R-o-c-k.
His album Cocky is not only a waste of time and money, but I feel
stupid after listening to it. Rock’s early albums were not
accepted as mainstream music, and he was written off as a Vanilla
Ice wannabe.
After he discovered the wonderful world of classic rock and country,
his music changed from turntable driven rap to a new style of hip
hop blending all of his influences into a new genre with lots of
potential.
This sound brought Kid Rock to the public’s attention with
his 1998 release, Devil Without a Cause. On Cocky, Rock takes it
too far. It sounds like an unhappy marriage of Run DMC and Hank
Williams Jr.
The daring Rock had the nerve to record a single with female pop
and country vocalist, Sheryl Crow. Even though the single is a
massive
hit, it is definitely not the sound that I have come to expect
from Kid Rock.
Other songs on the album, such as “Midnight Train to Memphis,”
sound far too similar to good ol’ beer drinking music that
anyone could hear while walking through the doors of a shady bar
with an ongoing knife fight on the floor.
I guess that sort of thing doesn’t appeal to me because I
don’t drive a big rig, and I never dated my sister. Other
tracks such as “I’m a Dog,” and “What I
Learned Out On the Road,” are actually the only ties to Kid
Rock’s rap roots on the album.
Cocky was an extremely pathetic waste of my time. Anyone who buys
this album obviously has more money than brains.
Do the world and Kid Rock a favor and do not go to the record store.
Maybe Rock will take the hint and start making decent tunes again.
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