Parental advisory? Explicit lyrics? Oh, you betcha. Canned fire from Staten Island? No f’n doubt. What’s Meth exhaling? Probably perfectly legal tobacco smoke. Yes and mostly no. This Forget Me Not won’t refer to teenage emotional tumult. This one’s all about receiving your hip-hop knowledge comeuppance at a still-impressionable age. November 15, 1994 brought us Tical, the oddly named, raw odyssey of sound from Method Man.
There were some watershed rap albums released in 1994, for sure. Most of those are well documented and oft-regarded for their contribution to the genre (like Outkast’s Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik and Biggie’s Ready to Die which coincidentally featured Method Man as the only guest rapper). If you knew about Tical at the time, you might have forgotten about it. That’s why we’re here. This was, top to bottom, a ridiculously impressive album. It wasn’t all weed and torture, though. No rap album is complete without a Sir Walter Scott quote, am I right? Well this one had one.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.
Sir Walter Scott. That’s hood as shit. Too bad Meth didn’t actually deliver that gem, but you see on what level the collective were working. I dare anyone reading this to explain how Release Yo’ Delf doesn’t make you want to run through a solid damn door and fight as many people as you can on the other side. There’s too much good here to leave you with just one. Tical. Touch it and you burn (/whatthebloodclot?)