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               Biography

                                        Foul-mouthed rapper Kid Rock was born Bob
                                        Ritchie in Detroit; debuting in 1990 with Grit
                                        Sandwiches for Breakfast , he resurfaced three
                                        years later with The Polyfuze Method . After 1996's
                                        Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp , Kid Rock -- who shot to
                                        infamy when a Motor City radio station was hit with
                                        outrageous fines for spinning his expletive-crazed
                            track "Yodeling in the Valley" -- signed to Atlantic, issuing his label
                            debut Devil Without a Cause in 1998. -- Jason Ankeny, All Music
                            Guide

Kid Rock: The History of Rock (Top Dog/Lava/Atlantic)
 by: Gary Graff
                 The first words on The History of Rock are not from Kid Rock but from a 1985
                 testimony from Detroit rapper Wes Chill talking about how he recognized the Kid's
                 skill and stuck him behind the turntables - even though he was a white boy. "And
                 this is all he had to say," Chill relates as Rock scratches out a gleefully defiant
                 "F--k it all."

                 Some might consider that a Bad Attitude, but it has, of course, taken the stoned
                 pimp formerly known as Bob Ritchie to ubiquitous multi-media celebrity, thanks to
                 the eight-times platinum sales for 1998's Devil Without a Cause. But last year's
 Grammy nomination for Best New Artist was a joke; Rock was a decade-plus veteran by then, with a
 couple of national releases already under his belt. Devil was, however, his introduction to the world
 at large, and now Rock brings The History, giving the past its due via an agreeable hodgepodge of
 14 cuts from his past and present, the former of which have been revised to carry the same kick as
 Devil's swirling sonic brew.

 Rock makes it clear, in celebratory, chest-thumping fashion, that he is not about one album, but
 rather the product of a nearly decade-long climb from the basement parties of suburban Detroit,
 culminating in a visionary blend of rap, rock, funk - and, yes, even a little country. Additionally, The
 History showcases an array of burgeoning talent that lies within Rock's Twisted Brown Trucker
 band, including DJ Uncle Kracker (whose Double Wide drops on June 13) and the diminutive
 MC/sidekick Joe C.

 Eight of History's 14 pieces come from two earlier albums, 1993's The Polyfuze Method (the tracks
 from which were re-recorded because the original masters were lost) and re-mixed tracks from
 1996's Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp. And while some of the heavily biographical selections are a bit
 more raw lyrically than Devil's hits, they certainly confirm that album wasn't a fluke. A pair of tracks -
 "I Wanna Go Back" and the charged father-son dialogue "My Oedipus Complex" - reveal even more
 heart than Rock's latest single, "Only God Knows Why." Others are prophetic enough to show that
 Rock knew he was "goin' platinum" years before he made that boast on Devil.

 He reminds of all this in the pounding "American Bad Ass," which he bellows over the riffs from
 Metallica's "Sad But True," starkly contrasting the darker imagery of the textured, swirling,
 guitar-drenched "Abortion." "Born 2 Be a Hick," one of two older songs that Rock never recorded,
 takes Chuck Berry on a road trip through Romeo, Mich., while the other, "Dark & Grey," is slate-hard
 angsty metal that could have appeared on any Soundgarden album. His latest track, "F--k That,"
 originally from the Any Given Sunday soundtrack, is tossed in for good measure. And by the time
 he's through stomping and crunching, Rock affirms that he is no overnight sensation, rather a
 three-dimensional artist possessing a History indeed.
 
 

 Kid Rock: The History of Rock (Top Dog/Lava/Atlantic)
                      Call him a fool, call him a savage, call him a pagan sex god, a tattooed love
                      boy, a Murder City madman with Pabst Blue Ribbon in his veins. But don't
                      call Kid Rock a new artist, because he's been here for years, even if nobody
                      outside the Detroit methadone clinics ever heard of him until his hip-hop
                      thrash tantrum Devil Without a Cause. On The History of Rock, the Bullgod
                      collects odds and sods from his past, mostly either remixed or rerecorded
                      entirely, to sell his millions of new fans on the idea that he was a neglected
                      master back in the day when he was taking up fanzine ad space alongside
                      early-Nineties hip-hop not-quites like Downtown Science, Dream Warriors,
                      Kwame the Boy Genius and the Afros.

                      The verdict: Devil Without a Cause still sounds like a breakthrough, with
 "Bawitdaba" giving up more hooks than all fourteen of these tracks combined. But The History of
 Rock is proof that he's always been able to smell a good line from a mile away. The Kid plays up
 Southern rock more than hip-hop, declaring, "I'm hittin' home runs like Rusty Staub/ I'm kinda anal
 'cause I ain't no fuckin' slob." For the record, Rusty Staub hit only 292 homers, more than House of
 Pain's man, Wade Boggs, and not as many as the Beasties' man, Sadaharu Oh. But for all the
 crude kicks of "Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp," it's a good sign that History peaks with the two new
 songs: "American Bad Ass" shouts out to Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash, David Allan Coe
 and "No Show" Jones, over wailing metal guitars. And "Abortion," which has nothing to do with
 abortion, is a genuinely frightening anti-drug ballad that finds common ground between the Geto
 Boys and Lynyrd Skynyrd. The best thing about The History of Rock is that the realest Rock may
 be yet to come. (RS 843)

Kid Rock: Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (Jive Records)
                      Detroit teenager Bob Ritchie transforms into foul-mouthed, white trash,
                      trailer-park legend on this sex-filled romp. While closer to 2 Live Crew than
                      the Beastie Boys at times, this album scores points for sampling Ozzy and
                      featuring yodeling.

Kid Rock: Devil Without a Cause (Lava/Atlantic Top Dog)
 by: Steve Kandell
                  It's tempting, upon first hearing "Bawitdaba," the omnipresent lead track from
                  Kid Rock's Devil Without a Cause, to think of Vanilla Ice and his unfortunate
                  attempt at hardcore rap metal.

                  No doubt, such observations have dogged Michigan rapper Kid Rock since his
                  first release in 1990, but he goes the extra mile to discredit them. He may have
                  the street cred and the resum?, but better yet, he actually has an entertaining
                  album. There's no shortage of gangsta posing or cringe-inducing rhymes amid
                  the record's 14 tracks, but there's also a laudable effort to throw some
 unexpected styles into the mix.

 Rather than relying solely on samples or studio musicians, Kid Rock brings on his own seven-piece
 band, Twisted Brown Trucker, who can veer from Bad Company and Allman Brothers-style
 arena-rock riffs to Limp Bizkit-like sonic overkill.

 "I Am the Bullgod" brings to mind Alice in Chains more than it does Chuck D, while "Somebody's
 Gotta Feel This" and the self-explanatory "Fists of Rage" sound like a Rage Against the Machine
 who've been stripped of any political agenda whatsoever. "Welcome 2 the Party" is a raunchy,
 surprisingly reverent homage to old-school hip-hop. "I Got One for You" has a lazy, bluesy drawl, a
 la G. Love and Special Sauce, and "Wasting Time" is a rollicking sing-along anthem perfect for a
 summer of loitering.

 But most surprising of all is "Only God Knows Why," a sensitive slow jam in the '80s hair-metal
 tradition, complete with Frampton-esque vocoder effects and sure to get the lighters out and the
 arms swaying. You can even picture the "Every Rose Has Its Thorn"-style video: slo-mo shots of
 screaming fans, sweat-drenched axemen in concert stills, and views of long, lonely bus rides.

 Musical diversity aside, embarrassing moments do abound. The inside album art features not one,
 but two large photos of Mr. Rock giving the finger - it's an odd way to greet someone who's just
 plunked down 15 bucks to listen to your music. And there are enough "bitches" and "ho's" in here to
 make Easy-E blush.

 Devil Without a Cause isn't for the easily offended, nor is it the sort of CD that lends itself to ardent
 or erudite critical deconstruction. It's music to drink beer to in parking lots, and it never pretends to
 be anything more.

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