P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life
POS: P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life
Emo-rap is dead. Rhymesayers Entertainment, the primary progenitor of the faux-genre, done changed the rules. The ever-increasing proliferation of indie MCs crawling out of tour vans funded by Def Jux, Anticon, Quannum, and the like—all gunning for the brood-rap crown—has necessitated a drastic move. Stakes is high.
No longer will Rhymesayers market hip-hop to white suburban emo kids. Newly signed Minnesota producer/MC P.O.S. of the Doomtree posse ushers in a new era. With the self-produced P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life, Rhymesayers presents a black face boldly peddling just plain ol’ emo to white suburban emo kids. Yes, calling a punk rocker who just happens to rap “emo” might sound like a synonym for “soft.” But just think “sensitive,” as in Q-Tip. He’s a Suicide Girl magnet, a misunderstood bleeding heart weaned on Minor Threat, dodging categorization like other rappers dodge bullets.
So, buyer beware: This is not a “hip-hop” record. P.O.S. favors troubled crooning over rhymes. And when he’s supposed to be rapping, he’s ranting. And once the disturbing thunderstorm of a title track—with its ominous booming bass and crashing slightly out of tune electric guitar—has dissipated, it’s P.O.S.’s cynical worldview that you latch onto, right along with the other kids in the pit desperately trying to get a grip on their so-called lives.