We Can't Be Stopped

The Geto Boys are angry and defiant, and I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t be. Last year, their major-label debut — stoked with vivid, violent images rivaling Bret Easton Ellis’ American Psycho — brought them unwelcome attention from would-be censors, finger-pointing from within the hip-hop community, and a refusal by Geffen Records to distribute their music (WEA picked up the album). Now, on the title track of We Can’t Be Stopped, their voices are urgent as, over a virtually naked rumbling bass, they cry: ”Can you believe those hypocrites/Would distribute Guns N’ Roses and not our s—/And they say we’re a racist act/ Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” They fall down attempting to re-create the comical, horrifying insight of last year’s ”Mind of a Lunatic” (which explored, rather than, as their critics thought, advocated murderous psychopathy). All they come up with is the boring ”Chuckie,” a look inside a familiar demon from horror flicks. Still, much of their new album stings, and their raw honesty has driven it onto the Billboard pop Top 40 — even though, in a replay of last year, WEA refused to distribute it, driving the group to an independent label. B

We Can't Be Stopped
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