This came out in 2000 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
A year ago, it was made painfully clear to a U.S. hip-hop critic just what makes the Madd Rapper mad — after he unmasked producer Deric (D-Dot) Angelettie as the voice of the anonymous rhymer, the scribe allegedly suffered a beat-down at the hands of the Madd man.
Now that the cat’s out of the bag, however, D-Dot seems happy to own up to his alter-ego — although, as his cartoonish debut disc stresses, “The Madd Rapper has a record deal and he’s still mad.” What about? Well, pretty much everything — the rap game that’s “worse than the streets,” the “shysty hoes” that don’t treat him right, even the lack of fruit in his dressing room. Too bad he didn’t get more worked up over the overused rhymes and samples, tired disco / funk grooves and ubiquitous guest stars (Puffy, Busta, Mase, Eminem) that litter this second-rate CD. Mad (and occasionally humourous) he may be, but ground-breaking he ain’t. Now excuse us while I barricade the door.
