"On their long-awaited second album, the fraternal Virgina duo of Pusha T and Malice work from a starkly limited production palette - busted breaks with slivers of keyboard melodies, provided entirely by their benefactors and neighbors the Neptunes - and lyrics concerned almost exclusively with a single subject. And from that they've created an album of incredible skill and depth. Hell Hath No Fury is ostensibly about drugs, and Clipse are the most believable of the current dealers turned rappers. But veracity isn't the point, it's artistry, and this album is a how-to manual on the craft of MC'ing. In the duo's hands, the simple statement that they brought fur coats with drug money becomes: "Pyrex stirrers turned into Cavalli furs / Full-length cat / When I wave, the kitty purrs."
"Songs like "Mr. Me Too" and "Trill" (which functions as a kind of anti-club-song club song with its deadpan chorus sung by Pharrell Williams) cover the well-trod ground of street acumen and material wealth. But here, those subjects are addressed with startling flair. On "Chinese New Year," Pusha opines, "Mask on face / Gun in hand / I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man / Never listened to my parents, like an orphan, man." It's the same old song, sure. But on Hell Hath No Fury, Clipse transform cliches into poetry." - Spin Magazine, September 2006. Promo brown bags below...
