Marcberg
Marcberg

Marcberg

Regular price $21.98

Artist: ROC MARCIANO

Number Of Discs: 1

Publisher: Fat Beats

Details: During the 1940s and '50s, boxer Rocky Marciano wreaked havoc on any opponent willing to step into the ring, and his record of 43 KOs, six decisions and zero losses showed for it. Much like his boxing namesake, former Flipmode Squad and the U.N. emcee Roc Marciano is a veteran brawler amidst an industry of terry cloth-soft nut-hugger jeans wearing techno rappers. Luckily, for those who haven't traded in their Timbs and Polo for Supra and Stussy, Roc isn't pulling any punches on his masterpiece debut Marcberg. Tackling both the raps and the unconventional production, Roc has crafted perhaps one of the most cohesive and most inspired debut Hip Hop albums in the past half a decade.The Strong Island emcee doesn't hold back when it comes to his lyrics. Each bar hits the listener with a crushing brute force, sounding like a hybrid of Ultramagnetic MCs-era Kool Keith and Sean Price. His stream of conscious lyricism and complex flows harkens back to the golden era, when emcees brought a certain science to spitting. On the album's stand-out cut ''Snow,'' Roc Marcy spits his highly associative bars with calculated precision, saying, ''Baby girl, my .45 don't jam / Al Pacino with a tan / Ghetto casino, rollin' cee-lo with Vito for nothing under a c-note / Nigga, we still reppin' the east coast / Reaching for toast like TV remotes.'' But Roc doesn't stick to just one lyrical mode. Cuts like ''Hide My Tears'' find him employing a faster cadence, while ''Raw Deal'' and ''Whateva Whateva'' find him slowing things down and riding his perfectly crafted beats. Marcberg is one of those albums that to hit the skip button on any single song is pure heresy. Although the album is entirely grounded in the streets, none of its 15 cuts feel repetitive or unnecessary; rather, each fits perfectly into the larger whole of the album. From spitting about the ''white man's aspirin'' on cuts like ''Jungle Fever'' to more violent and paranoid fare like ''Panic'' and ''Pop,'' Marciano keeps it gu

Marcberg