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Black Sunday (Parental Advisory)

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PLAY QUEUE 1 I Wanna Get High		save
PLAY QUEUE 2 I Ain't Goin' Out Like That		save
PLAY QUEUE 3 Insane In The Brain		save
PLAY QUEUE 4 When The Shit Goes Down		save
PLAY QUEUE 5 Lick A Shot		save
PLAY QUEUE 6 Cock The Hammer		save
PLAY QUEUE 7 Interlude		save
PLAY QUEUE 8 Lil' Putos		save
PLAY QUEUE 9 Legalize It		save
PLAY QUEUE 10 Hits From The Bong		save
PLAY QUEUE 11 What Go Around Come Around, Kid		save
PLAY QUEUE 12 A To The K		save
PLAY QUEUE 13 Hand On The Glock		save
PLAY QUEUE 14 Break 'Em Off Some		save

MOG Editorial Review

Their major statement. How else would Cypress Hill's moment of clarity come but in a cloud of smoke? Lyrically, Black Sunday has a pretty narrow focus: constantly smoke weed, promote its legalization, exercise the right to protect yourself with a gun, and pursue pleasure, and it's a master stroke. MCs B Real and Sen Dog sound like two animated characters, the Ren & Stimpy of gallows humor rap, practically jumping off the record with B Real's absurdly nasal tone and hectic cadence, and Sen's lower, gruffer, less outspoken (but absolutely necessary) presence, the quiet guy standing behind and to the left of the guy threatening to beat you up. Musically, this is DJ Muggs' one full-length masterpiece. It's funky west coast hip-hop from the early '90s, but you can hear trip-hop in it, and a sense of darkness -- if not dread -- that rap hadn't really explored much yet, though gangsta rap had touched on some of that. Muggs took the foundation he'd laid on the first Cypress Hill record and built a perfectly sequenced rap crossover record, with as superb an ear for pop structures and delectably stoney soul grooves as abrasive guitar and horn samples. This is the one time he gave the young Dre a run for his money.
AMG Review of Black Sunday

Steve Huey
All Music Guide

Black Sunday made Cypress Hill's connection to rock & roll more explicit, with its heavy metal-like artwork and noisier, more dissonant samples (including, naturally, stoner icons Black Sabbath). It's a slightly darker affair than its groundbreaking predecessor, with the threats of violence more urgent and the pot obsession played to the hilt (after all, it was a crucial part of their widespread appeal). Apart from those subtle distinctions, the sound of Black Sunday is pretty much the same as Cypress Hill, refining the group's innovations into an accessible bid for crossover success. In fact, it's a little startling how often Black Sunday recycles musical ideas and even lyrical catch phrases from the endlessly inventive debut. And the rock-derived, verse-chorus song structures start to sound a little formulaic by the end of the record (how many choruses feature Sen Dog repeating part of whatever B Real just said?). But in spite of that, Black Sunday still sounds vital and lively, since the group has a surer sense of craft. Most of the tracks are fleshed out into structured songs, in contrast to the brief sketches that punctuated Cypress Hill. The album benefits immensely from the resulting clutch of excellent singles (and songs that could have been), and while a couple of tracks feel redundant and underdeveloped, Black Sunday is overall a consistent, engaging listen, especially the flawless first half or so. Unfortunately, it's also the group's last great album, thanks to the musical recycling operation that began here and would handicap much of their subsequent work.