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Ludacris and a cast of female guests spend his seventh album Battle of the Sexes, investigating relations between the genders. Is there a double standard for promiscuity? Is cheating still wrong if it's with a famous rapper? ''How many women can I fit up in my Cadillac?'' Most of these aren't exactly new subjects for Luda, but as always his gymnastic flow and irrepressible personality redeem more tracks than not. B–...full text |
| Latimesblogs |
| Is there any rapper who needs the genre's recent, rampant vocal-manipulation trend less than Ludacris? Chris Bridges has long been drunk on his own gleefully elastic patois, one of rap's most distinctive and ever-pleasurable voices. On "Battle of the Sexes," his latest, he directs these pleasures toward the Ladies through fizzy pillow talk and respectfully tawdry club fodder. Luda's always been a lover, not a fighter, and a dip in this particular lyrical Jacuzzi is a good fit. The spooky "My Chick Bad" might be the first rap song with kind words for Tiger Woods' club-wielding wife Elin Nordegren, with a cameo from the ever-delightful Nicki Minaj. "Hey Ho" is a go-girl ode to cheating girlfriends (well, presumably other people's cheating girlfriends) getting their needs met elsewhere, and "Sex Room" and "Feelin' So Sexy" are fantasias of loverman absurdity....full text |
| Rapreviews |
| Ludacris to me was always the new Busta Rhymes. Aside from making energetic club banger classics, and occasionally dropping stunning guest verses (his "Made You Look" verse is still worth checking for), there was also the flip side - I would never buy a Ludacris album. Seriously, never. Or a Busta one. They were always "Greatest Hits" dudes. But hey, Busta proved me wrong last year - I ended up making "Back On My B.S." my second favourite album of 2009, so it makes sense for me to give Ludacris an unbiased, fair crack at crafting a long play worth spinning on repeat. So how does "Battle of the Sexes" - which has almost infinite potential as a concept - manage to end up? Ludacris albums, of which there has been steady stream of seven in the last ten years, seem to have been getting consistently less relevant, with Luda getting confused between doing what he does well (radio hits, club tracks and street bangers), and striving for critical respect (anything else). Unfortunately, songs like the truly appalling collabo with DJ Premier, Nas and Jay-Z , "I Do It For Hip Hop," and the slightly less worse "Runaway Love" have dovetailed with club or radio coverage becoming more elusive. Still his ambition to improve as an artist of "Theater of the Mind" was, at the very least, admirable. Here on BOTS, however, Ludacris seems to keep things very simple. If I was left a touch disappointed by the latest Ghostface effort, which was promising in subject matter/concept but lacking consistency throughout, this is a relatively more straightforward effort from the type of rapper that could pull off something similar with a touch more panache....full text |
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Ludacris and a cast of female guests spend his seventh album Battle of the Sexes, investigating relations between the genders. Is there a double standard for promiscuity? Is cheating still wrong if it's with a famous rapper? ''How many women can I fit up in my Cadillac?'' Most of these aren't exactly new subjects for Luda, but as always his gymnastic flow and irrepressible personality redeem more tracks than not. B–