Get Hustle - Rollin In The Ruins

Unless the members of Get Hustle were trying to record something CIA interrogators could use to torture prisoners in extremely sadistic ways, their latest album, Rollin In The Ruins, should be considered an indisputable failure. Honestly – now that this record is out there, guys like Jack Bauer shouldn’t have resort to prying off peoples’ finger nails to get information out of them. All they’ll need to do is throw this sucker in a boom box and put it on repeat. Rollin In The Ruins is bad according to every imaginable standard of bad. Melody? You won’t find it anywhere here. Creativity? Only if you consider three people playing and singing at different tempos and clashing keys to be creative. Lyrical value? To be fair, it’s actually pretty tough to pass judgment on this one, but only because it’s too hard to understand anything this chick sings -- in her better moments, you can make out some references to zoomer wizards; whatever those are. This band is so cruel, it's not even willing to be brief – even on a 5-song album. The last track of the record clocks in at an eyepopping 14 minutes 36 seconds. A drawn out fart would have made for a better sounding finale. It should bother a lot of aspiring musicians out there that bands like Get Hustle are somehow appealing to people who can help them make records. Maybe there’s an inspirational message buried in this dookie of an album– an “if they can make it, so can we” kind of thing. Or maybe Army Rangers will use it to find Osama bin Ladin. Either way, it's pretty terrible that those are the nicest things that can be said about it. [www.gethustle.com]