Do you like your rap offensive? Do you want a rapper who will make Ol’ Dirty Bastard look like Jerry Fallwell? Do you like rappers who wear masks that belong in wrestling rings? If you answered yes to any of those questions, say hello to Blowfly, a rapper who’s very possibly the most odd member of the Alternative Tentacles roster. And that’s saying something.
Covering such topics as booty, touchdown end zone celebrations, Condoleezza Rice, and boogers, Blowfly and the band that back him tackle these issues with enough political incorrectness to make Al Bundy blush. Fahrenheit 69's main aim is to chronicle Blowfly’s fictional run for the United States presidency. Through his stances on various issues, you’re able to get the insight as to what truly makes Blowfly tick. With such collaborators as Slug of Atmosphere and Afroman, Blowfly offends at every possible juncture. Dropping n-bombs every chance he gets, the rapper parodies some popular songs, renaming them and adding his own special twist. “I Believe My Dick Can Fly” boasts the lines "I believe my dick can fly, shoot my cum way up in the sky / thinking about it just drives me wild, fucking the sisters of Destiny‘s Child.’’
Not exactly a wordsmith is Blowfly, but Slug’s appearance on “The Great Debate” has some very entertaining views on sex: “Younger pussy, vs. older pussy, the question’s been around since life began / On a pussy walk, which pussy hole will win? / Now younger pussy, is always nice and tight / But older pussy smells, make ya lose your appetite / Younger pussy, you can train like a bitch, older pussy, has a brain like a witch. "
Take his words as what you will, but most of the content, juvenile as it is, is downright hilarious. Blowfly flows over a soul-funk groove heavy on bass, and the full band accompaniment adds a lot that wouldn’t have been there if he was simply backed by canned loops and samples. The music is really pretty tight, and even oddly compelling in a few spots, simple as the course maintained is. The underlying problem is no matter the slant that can be put on the record, it’s no more than just a simple novelty act. The collaborations offer some variation, but there’s still not much replay value here.
Old as he is, there’s still some gas left in the tank for the man that wrote hits for KC & The Sunshine Band back in the 70’s. If nothing else, Clarence Reid, as he’s actually named, will make you laugh with his irreverent and offensive rhymes over a solid funk groove. But beware; unlike Wu-Tang, these raps are not for the children.