A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Dres and Mista Lawnge of this New York rap duo might remind you of Leave It to Beaver‘s Eddie Haskell. Like Eddie, the Black Sheep insistently and politely brag about themselves all of the time. And like Eddie, the Black Sheep are too lovable to get really annoying. With a little more than a smidgen of (fake) British accents, they offer themselves as gleefully juvenile hip-hop playboys, warding off rap whose seriousness threatens to dampen the good times. The album jumps off with a hilarious parody of a gangsta rapper getting ready for school; then Dres, the chief lyricist, dons his figurative smoking jacket and spins tales of how great he is on the microphone and in the bedroom. Amazingly, he holds your interest without straying from these topics and without using graphic sex as a crutch. If the subject matter isn’t novel, the Black Sheep’s musical approach is. With a sparse, staggered sound built around string bass and aggressive jazzy percussion, A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing sounds upscale and at the same time, feels down-and-dirty funky.