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Everlast
Eat at Whitey's
Glad to see that Mr. Schrody is finally considering an honest day job. 'Cept looks like he's clocking in on the lobster shift at the Egg Platter. Save my seat Everlast, I'll be there after deadline. So as a friendly, beneficial gesture, I figured to clue him in on my best short-order cook jargon, to keep the menu real. Like, "run Elmer through the garden," which, of course, is a dressed cheeseburger. Or my favorite "Adam and Eve on a raft, wreck 'em," which is grill-talk for two poached eggs on toast, broken yolks. During my high-cal burrito omelet at "Eat at Whitey's," I found a few other applicable phrases. Like "get out of bed, crisp Lars, add borrowed salsa," for the Metallica mosh of "Babylon Feeling," where Everlast's deep-joweled phrases are bolsterd by a sharp, Kid Rock-like riff, featuring Carlos Santana on payback lead guitar. Or "library 700, ghost version," for "Graves To Dig," a very moving sound portrait and tribute to 2Pac, BIG, and fallen brothers, with scriptures from Islam and Iman for compelling rhyme. But lemme tell ya, even if the place just opened, the menu is slim. Tho' Everlast calls on friends like Cee-Lo, Rahzel, B-Real and Kurupt to bolster the verbiage, most tracks use the same acoustic guitar strut/meaningful phrase-ology that's been hammered on since his "Whitey Ford" disc. Creepy as it sounds, there's a few isolated, introspective moments here that get a little too inside, just when you figure Schrody to unzip the suit and Tori Amos pops out. But mostly, this album is "look in the fridge, warm 'em up"- which is leftovers in any language. -gloria collins (Tommy Boy)
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