So Sick Social Club

So Sick Social Club's new EP is an exercise in frustration. You get the feeling that they're capable of so much yet manage to screw it up. They rock an awesomely macabre sense of humour on "Kill," laying a catchy R&B-style hook in the middle of a song about murder. On "Don't Say Nuttin'," they come off sounding like Crime Mob hopped up on Wes Craven movies, gleefully dropping rhymes about torturing their families. Both tracks are a lot of misanthropic horrorcore fun. And while none of the lads in So Sick are particularly gifted MCs that's never been a pre-requisite for this subgenre. They're smart enough to keep the rhyme schemes simple, and what they lack in skill they make up for in perverse enthusiasm. The other half of the four-song EP is less impressive. "Club So Sick" is little more than a poorly constructed ICP knock-off and "Mistake" is, somewhat inexplicably, a vaguely melancholic acoustic guitar number. So Sick Social Club have a great slasher movie sensibility and enough skill to get by. If they can keep from making poor musical decisions, they might have a future entertaining the sort of people who are really into Necro.