Though a seven-year hiatus is a virtual death sentence in hip-hop, with
He Think He Raw's opening stanza, "Same O.G.,"
Casual wastes no time in reassuring us that ain't a damn thing changed: "Just because I got my own CD, and I'm probably on TV, it ain't no changing me, its the same O.G." While conceited boasts of this nature (when was the last time anyone saw
Casual on T.V.?) embody what we have come to love about
Casual, is he really the same O.G.? Maybe it's just that
Casual's East Oakland roots are displayed more prominently here, but it seems as if he has mutated into
Too Short's younger brother on
He Think He Raw. Not only is there an overwhelming West Coast "G" mentality etched all over this LP, but
Casual has adopted the same predatory, skinz-fetish traits that have exemplified hip-hop's ultimate pimp for the past 15 years, as evidenced by the cheesy "Snaggle Puss," where
Casual assumes a tired Dolemite identity, and the adolescent "Windows," a breathy "me so horny" romp that all teenagers can relate too. While
Casual shows minimal growth, he is still as flamboyant as ever, with a very likeable style all his own. Yet, truth be told,
Casual's debut,
Fear Itself, exhibits a maturity and musical sophistication that this sophomore effort desperately lacks. Though the plateauing horns of "New Wave Freak" and
the Alchemist's burly production on "I Gotta (Get Down)" stand out, they are the exceptions, as the majority of the production is clunky, and the newer material sags in comparison to the work
Casual released (Turf Dirt) under the Stimulated moniker. ~ Matt Conaway