HELL HATH NO FURY - THE CLIPSE
After an ugly label battle and an unintended four-year hiatus, sibling duo the Clipse is finally dropping its second album, “Hell Hath No Fury.” Fortunately, the brothers deliver the lyrics their place-holding “We Got It for Cheap” mixtapes promised (”The news call it crack, I call it Diet Coke,” Pusha T raps), and the Neptunes turn in some of their best production work in years. At first the beats are jarring. But like the Clipse’s debut smash, “Grindin’,” once it all clicks, it’s unstoppable. Tracks like “Trill” mix the prickly synth tones favored by vintage Pet Shop Boys with thick hip-hop beats. “Nightmares” finds Pharrell and quirky crooner Bilal snatching from the Geto Boys’ classic “Mind Playing Tricks on Me.” With any luck, songs like “Wamp Wamp” will offer a commercial gateway for Virginia’s favorite drug dealers-turned-rappers. Billboard
