This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
It’s still dark and hell is still hot.
After four albums in as many years, barking rapper DMX is starting to sound a bit like an old dog who hasn’t learned any new tricks. But then, he doesn’t really need to; the old ones are still holding up damn well. The Great Depression’s 19 tracks bump ’n’ thump to the usual Jeep-pumping beats; the backing tracks have the usual assortment of brooding synths, old-school grooves and samples, metallic guitar licks, gunshots and sirens; and DMX once again growls, snaps and snarls his street-thug anthems like a rabid hound straining at the leash. He may be an old dog, but he still has plenty of bite.
