Just in case you were afraid there weren’t enough derogatory illiterate rappers in America you can rest assured the United States has yet another to add to its repertoire. V.I.C. has made his debut with his single “Say Bow.” If dropping the last letter of most of the words you speak and repeating the same three-word phrase (in this case “everybody say bow.” Clever.) equals quality then this is the Five Seasons Hotel of rap. V.I.C. loves money girls and clubs. Surprise surprise.
The music had an almost dizzying effect. The repetitive beat thumped along with a hypnotic quality. I would have fallen asleep if I hadn’t been so preoccupied with the fact that some people might actually qualify this as music. And since this album was a single I had the pleasure of listening to the same song a total of three times (each worse than the last) complete with original clean and instrumental versions.
I realize I can’t force the music I enjoy on others and that some people might even make the conscious decision to listen to this “music but I’d still like to believe that the general populous would vouch for something a bit easier to defend than this.
I recently had a conversation with a friend about why we like certain songs. She always listens to the lyrics first, then decides if she likes it. I, on the other hand, take in the instruments and beat before even giving the lyrics a chance. And while I usually pride myself on being able to appreciate a wide variety of musical genres, this album failed in all categories. Maybe V.I.C. stands for Vicious Increments of Crap.”
It doesn’t take much to sell me on a song: catchy lyrics a soothing voice twangy chords a thumping bass line. I like most anything but I advise everyone scratch that I beg everyone reading this to run far in the opposite direction any time they come within 10 feet of “Say Bow.” Your ears will thank you.