Right from the beginning, Method Man stood out from his
fellow Clansmen. Though he wasn’t the
most skilled lyricist, he clearly possessed the ever elusive “it” factor that separates
mere celebrities from true superstars.
Strangely, his genius only seemed to manifest itself when contrasted
against another flamboyant personality, be it Redman or Mary J Blige. In keeping with the very low key resurgence
that the clan has been experiencing over the past couple of years, Mr. Meth has
been trying to show fans that he can still conjure up a bit of that old shaolin
magic. As the new spokesman for Sour
Patch Kids candy, he performs an amusing parlor trick that ultimately proves to
be bittersweet.
While spending a leisurely day at the crib, Method Man and
his crew watch a cooking show on the flat screen. One of his boys voraciously tears into a bag
of Sour Patch Kids candy and accidentally scatters the contents all over the
living room. Meth scolds him, after
which the candies come magically to life and commence to wreaking havoc all
over the house. As a series of
inexplicable accidents and strange phenomena begin to occur, no one suspects
the obvious. Amidst the chaos, Meth
busts a rap that celebrates the mischievous nature of these sweet and sour
delights.
The song itself practically begs not to be taken
seriously. Mischievously sinister keys take
baby steps atop a slow, pulsating bounce.
It’s like a slowed down, synthesized rendition of “Chopsticks” complete with
medium sized 808 kicks. Its sonic junk
food, perfectly tailored for the product it advertises. Meth’s lyrics are suitably irreverent. He raps as though he is a child who was just
made privy to a time honored myth. He
describes the candies as bite sized, sugar flavored ninjas that hide in any
available crevice and live to cause trouble.
He also describes losing them as cardinal sin with dire consequences,
the results of which are witnessed in the accompanying video clip.
Computer generated Sour Patch Kids are shown emerging from beneath
magazines and in between sofa cracks. They
then engage in all manner mischief: toppling salt shakers, cutting Yo-Yo
strings and setting off car alarms.
Hilariously, they even mess with the mixing board levels during one of
Meth’s recording sessions. Such visuals,
coupled with the silly yet cautionary tone of Meth’s lyrics, immediately bring
to mind Joe Dante’s classic “monsters-on-a-rampage” masterpiece Gremlins. While “World Gone Sour” isn’t nearly as dark
or memorable as that film, it exudes a similar sense of fun.
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