Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection
Download links and information about Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection by Brotha Lynch Hung. This album was released in 1995 and it belongs to Hip Hop/R&B, Rap genres. It contains 18 tracks with total duration of 57:04 minutes.
Artist: | Brotha Lynch Hung |
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Release date: | 1995 |
Genre: | Hip Hop/R&B, Rap |
Tracks: | 18 |
Duration: | 57:04 |
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Tracks
[Edit]No. | Title | Length |
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1. | Cusche Break | 0:18 |
2. | Sicc-Made | 3:45 |
3. | Dead Man | 0:52 |
4. | Rest In Piss | 4:41 |
5. | Get Da Baby | 0:35 |
6. | Return of Da Baby | 4:13 |
7. | Locc 2 Da Brain | 5:27 |
8. | Q-Ball | 1:07 |
9. | Liquor Sicc | 5:21 |
10. | 40 Break | 1:14 |
11. | Datz Real Gangsta | 2:33 |
12. | Deep Down | 6:50 |
13. | Dead Man Walkin | 3:33 |
14. | 781 Redrum | 0:46 |
15. | Season of Da Sicc | 3:53 |
16. | Welcome 2 Your Own Death | 5:19 |
17. | Real Loccs | 4:14 |
18. | Inhale With Da Devil | 2:23 |
Details
[Edit]While his debut felt like the work a lone visionary, Season of Da Siccness heralds a movement. Lynch is backed by several of his Sacramento cronies, and his burgeoning posse was rewarded when the album reached #13 on Billboard’s Heatseekers chart. Whereas 24 Deep relied heavily on vintage samples, Season of Da Siccness focuses on a self-made vision of funk. “Sicc-Made,” “Rest in P**s” and “Liquor Sicc” embody a slow-moving concoction of hissing synths, groaning bass, and shards of piano. The sound design is a total representation of Lynch’s themes: nausea, psychosis, and claustrophobia. In turn, the imagery has become even more grotesque. Though Lynch’s songs grow out of everyday tales of ghetto living, his narratives are infested with disturbing, almost surrealistic imagery: baby spines, floating entrails, and caskets full of purple marijuana smoke. Lynch’s art is so image-oriented that he functions more like a painter than a songwriter. The highlight might be “Welcome 2 Your Own Death,” which creeps along on top of a growling subterranean bass tone worthy of John Carpenter.