This came out in 2004 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Need more proof that dope ruins your concentration? Look — or, to be more precise, listen — no further than Cypress Hill’s eighth and most unfocused album.
Once the most potent potheads in hip-hop — their first two discs were tightly packed with hits like Insane In The Brain, I Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That and How I Could Just Kill A Man — on Till Death Do Us Part it’s clear this L.A. trio are down to stems and seeds. Things start off promising enough with the familiar gangsta-rap menace and nasal vocals of Another Body Drops. But the buzz generated by that track is quickly killed by a series of underwhelming detours into dancehall, reggae, dub and ska. Even a collaboration with Rancid’s Tim Armstrong on What’s Your Number — a skanking groove based around the bass line from The Clash’s Guns of Brixton — fails to connect. On the plus side, Muggs, B-Real and Sen Dog seem to have finally come down from the rap-metal trip they’ve been on for the past few years. But at this point, it seems obvious that these guys are cashed.
