Revival Chloraseptic

[dull boy]

Did he mean to mock lil Dickey?

[Do Not Reply]

Eminem solidified his spot with this album, now I really think he should hang it up before he ruins whatever legacy he's got left.

he's fucking cringy now.

[Destroyer]

In what way?

[Witty]

Just listened to the album, I think it's honestly his best work since relapse. Apart from his two singles (are singles still a thing?) where imo he's doing the opposite of what Eminem did for me and TRYING to appeal. I'm of the (very limited I suppose) view of just let Em spit his raps, he's the best pure rapper in the game for me, and I am all about those rhymes....for me, he's the best technical rapper who ever lived. He also used to be about challenging what was acceptable, and going beyond that...sadly not anymore.

[Witty]

I'd also like to add that I think Eminem has an uncanny and unprecedented ability to relate to youth...which I think is still as strong to this day...I think we may simply be too old.

[dull boy]

I haven’t gotten all the way through it just yet, but I’ve always felt like Em ways an ‘underground rapper’ at heart. He’s one of us. Word nerd. Some of the wordplay in this is carried on for multiple lines in the same scheme with multiple internal schemes while also having cleverly woven content. That’s hard to do. If Em had never signed with Dre and was a 40 something year old nobody dropping this shit on soundcloud he’d be adored.

I’m digging it. Nah, it isn’t MMLP Em, but honestly I think if he REALLY wanted to drop an album similarly sounding to that one then he could.

I did cringe once or twice lol

[WRATH]

Pretty sure 2chainz bodied him thats why he took him off the track

[For Battling]

Apparently em bit daylyt on this album

[Do Not Reply]

In what way?

it all just sounds forced.. from the over bearing rhymes whet he breaks it down by syllables so much it's hard to listen too.

Eminem has become a headphone artist, meaning his music would be best played alone in your room with headphones on so you can really pay attention to it.

There is no replay value.. you listen to a song once and that's only because it's Eminem that released it. he's known for being one of the greatest rhymers in hip hop so you want to hear what crazy rhyme schemes he's coming with.. after that it's like oh okay cool he slant rhymes his way thru a song and highlights every rhymin syllable within the words so you REALLY know that he can put the puzzle pieces together in a way that's sonically acceptable. (back to my forced point.. we as the listner would have picked up on those multies without him pointing it out to us. sorta like when you drop a text verse and you explain the punches after your bar)

[Flow]

. If Em had never signed with Dre and was a 40 something year old nobody dropping this shit on soundcloud he’d be adored.

Yeah the last minute of track 15 would make a 40 year old nobody a internet sensation. Be on ellen degeneres within a week

[Destroyer]

I meant in what way is he dissing lil dicky?

[Do Not Reply]

I meant in what way is he dissing lil dicky?

Perfect execution

[ill nik-A]

I like it. Skipped over the two girly songs but man, his wording is crisp

I also cringed in some parts but I mean I cringe at almost every rap song by these new cats

[Destroyer]

I think I hear the part you mean now
The whole “I rip the condom in two” cadence
I think he says “Jew?” Then the YouTube reference
Quite possible

[dull boy]

http://www.vulture.com/2017/12/review-eminem-revival.html

This is a really quality review of the album.

[dull boy]

Follow Em for any stretch of time, and you’ll learn that a lead single is usually a pump fake. “The Real Slim Shady,” “Without Me,” and “Just Lose It” were pipe-cleaning lyrical exercises. “Not Afraid” suggested a 12-step narrative Recovery ditched less than halfway in. Revival isn’t the self-effacing grown-man rap album “Walk on Water” hints at, nor is it the political diatribe you might expect after the American history lessons of the follow-up single “Untouchable.” It toys with being both, but it’s sunk by its own kooky wordplay and childish sense of humor. Revival suffers from the same malaise “The Storm” did. Eminem’s mastery of internal rhyme is so tight it suffocates. He’s so committed to pulling off breathtaking stunts with syllables that he forgets to make sure the full sentence flows as neatly as the internal rhymes do. The habit slows promising verses to a grinding halt on nearly every song on the album: See the killer open to “Chloraseptic,” which gets derailed in less than ten seconds: “Instinctive nature to bring the anguish to the English language / With this ink, you haters get wrote on … like a piece of paper.” It gets worse: “This rap shit got me traveling place to place, you barely leave your house / Cause you’re always stuck at your pad … it’s stationary.” The stationary/stationery gag is clever wordplay but stone-dumb lyricism.


The Eminem who was once praised by a poet laureate for his use of language built his rep on macabre storytelling that balanced outrageous wordplay with keen character study. Look back to The Slim Shady LP’s “My Fault,” which sets up its unfortunate pawn in just a handful of lines: “Susan, an ex-heroin addict who just stopped using / Who loved booze and alternative music / Told me she was going back into using again / I said ‘Wait, first try this hallucinogen.’” The story quickly descends into madness, but the tightness of the images and rhyme schemes keeps it from feeling flung together. That version of Eminem comes and goes on Revival. “Framed” is old-school evil genius: “Second murder with no recollection of it / Collecting newspaper articles, cutting up sections from it / Memory’s too fucked to remember, destructive temper / Cut my public defender’s jugular, then stuck him up in a blender.” “Offended” is another flurry of breakneck murder raps: “You claim if you get knocked by the cops you’ll give ’em not even a statement / Walk in the arraignment, shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff.”

“Like Home” is the song here that’ll probably draw the most headlines. The verses flatly invoke Hitler in calling Donald Trump a Nazi and a white supremacist, making for the most pointed jab at the president by a hip-hop artist since YG’s “Fuck Donald Trump.” It’s a peculiar protest rap because each verse somehow lands in an optimistic space just in time for Alicia Keys to barrel into the chorus invoking the shrill patriotism of “Empire State of Mind.” “Like Home” is the damning Trump attack “The Storm” failed at and the message of hope “Untouchable” is too mired in verbal parlor tricks to sail out. (It’ll be interesting to gauge the response, since it has largely been artists of color enduring the full fury of the right-wing outrage spire since Beyoncé sunk the cop car in “Formation” and Kendrick danced on top of one at the BET Awards. I have a sneaking suspicion that this song’s optimism is an insurance policy against the angry wingdings who’d jump up and call it anti-American. Time will tell.)

For every song that gets off a string of gobstopping turns of phrase, there’s another that dies hard trying to impress. The garish sex rap “Heat” rattles off lines that barely land: “Let’s get turnt like a shish kebab / Twist it, ma, like an air-conditioning knob.” “[I] said my dick is an apple / She said put it inside her.” (Get it? Apple cider?) The album is littered with couplets so dumb that they seem reverse engineered with the express purpose of making witty double entendres out of homophones, like the verse in “Walk on Water” where Em says “pressure in-creases like khakis.” This is the kind of humor you stumble across in grade school and weaponize against friends and family for days until someone takes you aside to inform you what a moron you’ve sounded like all week. The line in “Offended” where Em says he’s “twice your age but acting half it” is one of the album’s most honest

Revival’s production is more obnoxious than any of these teenage word games. Whenever Dr. Dre isn’t involved, Eminem’s production expresses a grating reliance on loud, obvious samples. This is a rapper who got a chance to rap with Lil Wayne and picked a Just Blaze flip of Haddaway’s “What Is Love?,” who let the whole chorus to Aerosmith’s “Dream On” ring out between the verses of “Sing for the Moment” in lieu of writing a hook of his own. 2014’s Marshall Mathers LP 2 lured Rick Rubin back to making rap beats and turned him loose on classic-rock tunes from the Eagles’ Joe Walsh and Billy Squier, and Revival tries to rekindle that magic. The idea is intriguing early on, as “Untouchable” turns Cheech and Chong’s classic comedy rock song “Earache My Eye” into a treatise on white privilege and the pitfalls of neighborhood policing. But elsewhere, the Def Jam co-founder serves ill-advised chops of Joan Jett’s “I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll” and the terrible song Mark Wahlberg’s Dirk Diggler sings in Boogie Nights. If you haven’t died of embarrassment already, “In Your Head” lays its raps out over the Cranberries’ “Zombie.”

When the beats here aren’t repurposing strange bits of rock ephemera, they’re either playing it straight for a gushy radio ballad or burrowing up into the confines of grimy boom bap. The album schedules these songs without respect to an overarching mood: I refuse to believe there is a single human that won’t groan somewhere in the stretch that zips from the delightfully sinister sample-based rap of “Framed” through the austere strings and drums of the Kehlani collaboration, “Nowhere Fast” and the lascivious butt rock of “Heat.” Revival’s production is deliberately, frustratingly dated, and the sequencing feels exhaustingly haphazard, like a forgotten Now That’s What I Call Music disc dug up out of a closet.

Rap fans have already taken to calling this one of the year’s worst albums, but they’re prone to thinking in extremes. To fall as hard as Revival does, you also have to catch some serious air. Em tried an awful lot here, and he bricked a lot as a result. But let’s celebrate what works: If you can set aside the choppy cadence and the “Started from the bottom like a snowman” lede, “Believe” is actually a chilling trip inside the head of a rapper trying to stay lyrically “hungry” when he’s rich enough to never have to work again. “Bad Husband” is the penitent public apology Em’s ex-wife Kim deserves for all the times he pretended to murder her in a song. “Castle” and “Arose” deal with the effects of the rapper’s drug addiction on his children, reimagining the scene of a Christmastime 2007 overdose as his own untimely death and offering tear-stained apologies to everyone in his family, even the ones he’s cursed on records. It’s creepy — imagine if Biggie’s “Suicidal Thoughts” had a second half where he delivered his own eulogy and farewells as he died — but it’s the purest, most affecting emotional outpouring on an Eminem album this side of “Mockingbird” and “Like Toy Soldiers.”

Eminem could do this all the time. He could commit fully to poignant, technically sound, emotionally grounded rap music instead of posting these increasingly idiosyncratic event albums every three years that shrewdly play to several different audiences but come out pleasing very few. But he wants to be the horrorcore ghoul, the Top 40 singles artist, the underground rap head, the political analyst, the classic rock goof, and the old-school hip-hop enthusiast at the same time, and the split allegiances are destroying the quality of his albums. It’s like Em’s second-guessing his place in the game, pandering so hard to the #BARS crowd that he sounds more like a stuttering car engine than a human being, all the while calling on the whole heavenly host of pop -hart closers to make sure this thing has legs on the radio. The harder he pushes himself to secure a legacy as one of the best and most successful rappers of all time, the further away from the effortless smut of the early days his music lands. His touch is ostentatious and overbearing now, like an overly long guitar solo. Revival is like an 80-minute rendition of Van Halen’s “Eruption”: It’s a molten, frantic, masturbatory display of raw craft that teeters across the line between genius and dreck. I wish he’d rein it in, but Eminem’s entire kingdom is built on the idea that he never will.

[Captain Neckbeard]

I haven’t gotten all the way through it just yet, but I’ve always felt like Em ways an ‘underground rapper’ at heart. He’s one of us. Word nerd. Some of the wordplay in this is carried on for multiple lines in the same scheme with multiple internal schemes while also having cleverly woven content. That’s hard to do. If Em had never signed with Dre and was a 40 something year old nobody dropping this shit on soundcloud he’d be adored.

I’m digging it. Nah, it isn’t MMLP Em, but honestly I think if he REALLY wanted to drop an album similarly sounding to that one then he could.

I did cringe once or twice lol

With regard to the 40something comment


So are we not to hold him to a higher standard know what he's capable of?

Maybe even a better version of that question.... HOW...can we not?


I agree that I think he could write ANYTHING at this stage...so I guess the reason you appreciate him and I am annoyed by him currently are the same.........knowing he can write rap god and whatever that version of it on this was called...and the fact he doesnt.

Like idgaf that he's writing what he wants to cuz i dont like what he's writing

Also the production and female vocalists in every track are awful but that's separate issue

[dull boy]

Em’s always been the insecure driven white kid from an abusive home just trying to gain acceptance. He could do almost anything musically in the form of Hip Hop at this point, but his journey doesn’t fit that story line anymore. If Em ghost wrote an album and taught a talented rapper how to spit like him, had Dre do the production then I think he could remake The Slim Shady LP or MMLP. He’s a bored rich guy who loves rhyming and Hip Hop. This is the product of that plus expectation and desire to satisfy.

[Destroyer]

He needs to lose the desire to satisfy anyone but himself

[Captain Neckbeard]

Soyea I would agree

But I don't like it

[Mr. J]

Haven't peeped. Haven't really wanted to.

But after reading Dull's little review I might peep.

[dull boy]

And I’m pretty sure this song was made mockingly toward modern rap. Or like a ‘look I could do it too’ but also making fun of them.

[Geno]

I'd also like to add that I think Eminem has an uncanny and unprecedented ability to relate to youth...which I think is still as strong to this day...I think we may simply be too old.


Good point. Hmmm

[Amen]

And I’m pretty sure this song was made mockingly toward modern rap. Or like a ‘look I could do it too’ but also making fun of them.

Agreed.

[WRATH]

Jay z old as shit and put out 444 so...

[Witty]

Here's an interesting experiment. Read these lyrics and tell me dude isn't spazzing the fuck out...then listen to the song and tell me it isn't disjointed as fuck.

https://genius.com/Eminem-nowhere-fast-lyrics

Is Em a textcee?

I don't really care though because the shit he has written on this album is doing it for me...the scheeemmmess...i don't really even care what he's talking about, those rhyme schemes are crazy.

[Witty]

Also, 'there's some shit i said ingest, that's tough to swallow' is dope.

[Witty]

This shit is cool...it shows he's aware of his own downfalls...and maybe urges us to curb our enthusiasm....he isn't the old Em...because he simply can't be. It's a different situation.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DM1AcLKYtu8

[dull boy]

I love this album now lol Best since Relapse.

[WRATH]

The homie said 6 songs sound like they were recorded when he was in a good place and the rest are basura

[Geno]

He aint fotta be the old em. Jist needs to rap and flow him. Smh. Be whoever he wants but bring back the cadence and steady flow. Is that to much to ask. Jeez