By Joe Walker
Acting has clearing become more important to Christina Milian, as she sounds like someone playing a singer on this, her third album. Her first two offerings – 2004’s It’s About Time and her self-titled debut in 2001 – were packed with creative vocals, attitude and style. Here she screeches and yelps like a scalded dog, barking boy-bashing banter over typical pop/hip-hop production ("Yall Aint Nuthin," "Gonna Tell Everybody," "Say I").
Going back to her roots would be impressive.
A lack of creativity continues to be a problem for Cam’Ron. On this, his latest effort, Killa Cam takes advantage of hunting season on Jay-Z, attacking his former label mate and boss with diss-rhymes that are laughable.
His production remains solid, as do most of his Diplomats collaborations ("We Make Change" featuring Julez, "Triple Up" featuring 40 Cal). Cam’Ron at times shows signs of being a lyrical lion, yet this album is still no new animal. If this trend continues this season could be his finale.
I Luv Cali
Roscoe loves California, but his Philadelphia roots shine in his delivery. Once only thought of as Kurupt’s little brother, Roscoe has stepped from Tha Kingpins shadow to forge his own royalty. On this, his second full-length album, Roscoe spits with great tenacity, wiping deodorant over funky West coast production. But unimagined and average songs like "Get High Like An Eagle" and "Gansta Gansta (Riderz)" puts an arrow through his heart. More tracks like "Money Over Matter" would have helped in catching feelings.
Mr. Joe Walker
Editor In Chief
The Underwire Interactive Magazine