6 Feet Deep

6 Feet Deep

by Gravediggaz


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6 Feet Deep is a sick joke. A lethally great and a ghoulishly comical one, but a deranged and sadistic prank nonetheless. Eschatological, gruesome, paranoid, and obsessed with death (both imposing and experiencing it), the debut from eeeeevil supergroup Gravediggaz lands somewhere in the nexus at which the bizarro universe of legendary producer Prince Paul -- who oversees the whole project while wearing the mask and wielding the shovel of the Undertaker for the occasion -- crashes headlong into RZA's dingy, farcical New York City, a haunted, inverse Oz where graffiti meets science fiction meets splatter flick in an unholy alliance that finds Freddy Krueger fiendishly pursuing the turf gangs out of Walter Hill's The Warriors down 125th and Elm Streets. Throw in a few crazed variations on Medieval torture techniques, a few too many midnight kung-fu screenings, and a few fantasies of bodily damage so giddily, demonically cartoonish that they would make Wile E. Coyote lick his lips with mischievous envy, and you have this brilliantly strange, whimsically jagged horror film in song (critics unofficially dubbed the style horrorcore) with its maimed and gnawed tongue firmly planted in cheek. If you can stomach the buckets of lyrical blood spilled herein, there is no end to the gory highlights, from the running-in-place nightmare of "Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide" to the psychotically nauseous angel-dust high of "Defective Trip (Trippin')" to the willfully objectionable "1-800 Suicide" and self-destructive "Bang Your Head," all of them terribly catchy. As a bonus, 6 Feet Deep is sure to offend the sensibilities of all middle-aged family-values crusaders and conservative-type politicians -- vampires of a different sort -- who aren't in on the joke. Overseas, the album was titled Niggamortis. With its combined allusion to mortality and example of wicked wordplay, it would have been even more apropos. Whatever it goes by, though, the album can be resurrected again and again without losing any of its devilishly good potency.

Product Details

Release Date: 09/16/1997
Label: V2 North America
UPC: 0638813250529
catalogNumber: 32505
Rank: 32918

Album Credits

Performance Credits

Gravediggaz   Primary Artist
Booker T. & the MG's   Track Performer
Just-Ice   Track Performer
MC Serch   Vocals
Eddie Berkeley   Vocals
Biz Markie   Vocals
Djinji Brown   Vocals
Scott Harding   Bass,Bass Guitar,Vocals
KRS-One   Track Performer
Derrick Lovelace   Vocals
Don McKenzie   Vocals
Don Newkirk   Keyboards
Prince Paul   scratching
Vernon Reid   Vocals
Raquelle Stroud   Vocals
Allen Toussaint   Track Performer
Tracey Amier Witherspoon   Vocals
Kurious   Vocals
John Ussery   Track Performer
Wildman Steve   Vocals
Killah Priest   Vocals
Hellrazor   Vocals
Skiz   Vocals
Whole Darn Family   Track Performer
James Jackson   Vocals
Scientific Shabazz   Vocals
Leroy & The Drivers   Track Performer
Sime   Vocals

Technical Credits

Patrice Rushen   Composer
Craig G   Contributor
Fugitives   Contributor
Gravediggaz   Producer
Gatekeeper   Producer
Chris Gehringer   Engineer
Scott Harding   Engineer
Prince Paul   Arranger,Producer,Engineer,Score
RZA   Producer
Tim Wright   Contributor
Chino   Contributor
RNS   Producer
Ethan Ryman   Engineer
Masta Ace   Contributor
David Warner   Contributor
Brother Rich   Contributor
Robert Robinson   Contributor
Donyell O. Thomas   Contributor
Sime   Producer

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