Judge D apparently hasn't gotten the memo that the rap-rock hybrid of the late '90s is every bit as dead as the boy band phenomenon that was the genre's equally white-bread flip side. Their second album sounds like it was beamed in from 1999, all thudding boom bap beats, boring rockist guitar riffs, and immediately tiresome, hectoring vocals. There is absolutely nothing new or interesting about
No Compromize, right down to the lameness of the deliberate misspellings of song titles like "Kronik." (Also, nobody calls weed "chronic" anymore, but that's another story.) There's always something vaguely sad about albums released well after their particular genre has bitten the pop cultural dust, but frankly,
No Compromize is so amateurish and so cartoonishly absurd that it wouldn't have sounded good even when this sort of thing was current. ~ Stewart Mason