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Goldie Lookin' ChainGreatest Hits Atlantic/Warner Some of the things missing from Goldie Lookin Chain's major label debut include logic, good taste, correct pronunciation and anything approaching concern for their fellow humans. Fortunately we get stupidity, out-there concepts, canny beats, and cussing by the truckload. "Committing suicide to enhance my career / it worked for Biggie and Tupac Shakur / Jesus was nailed up to some wood / 2000 years later and book sales are still good" is one of the standouts from first track proper Self Suicide, which then goes on to claim "that drummer from Def Leppard, his arm has made 30 times more than he has". Of course. Quite how the GLC have ended up on a major is anyone's guess. This collection of misfits (there may be eight, nine, ten or more... who really knows?) has been kicking around Wales for a while, hence the album title: these tracks have all appeared on previous CD-R releases. As an album this is a total mess, which is exactly where its charm lies. You Knows I Loves You showcases the romantic side of the GLC "I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair when we eat / fuck I can't, 'cos in McDonalds it's a bolted seat" before declaring "My love for you is like Marc Bolan to a tree". Guns Don't Kill People, Rappers Do throws in the knowing line "heard it in a song, now I'm into gun crime" (and brazenly steals its chorus from from KRS-One's Sound Of The Police) while Roller Disco reflects on what the band did "before we had draw" with gems like "Then I'd find a weak kid and have a fight / use your pocket money to buy a head band for the night". The piece de resistance is Half Man Half Machine, chronicling GLC member Eggsy's trek to the shop for ten fags, wrapped in tin foil "like C3PO but with pubes and hair". It really shouldn't work at all, but somehow does. As with most of the record, it doesn't so much tread the fine line between genius and insanity so much as jump up and down on it with a shit-eating grin. While it may not be the best of 2005, 'Greatest Hits' is the most fabulously demented record you'll hear this year. You knows it, clart.  |
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