Arrested Development: 3 Years, 5 Months & 2 Days in the Life of. . .
Oh the fun we had with this one back in college. The shit made me want to wear loose, African-print pants and walk barefoot through the snow. Could the South possibly be this much fun? No way. Okay, in retrospect, this album is pretty embarrassing, littered with lines like “disrespecting my black queen, holding their crotches and being obscene” and some seriously light tunes like the hit “Mr. Wendal.” Goody-goody, God fearing people in headwraps just ain’t that cool. At the time all the white college kids listened to it so we could dance without guilt and threat, but it stands the test of time about as well as puffy, white hi-tops. Just plain soft.