Kottonmouth Kings
Royal Highness
[Capitol]
Rating: 1.9
It's a shame how they let any old dope smoker put out records nowadays. Back
in the day, they used to issue permits for such things. Sure, we might never
have heard Cypress Hill using the old method, but we could be insured insulation
from the likes of the Kottonmouth Kings. I heard they were originally called
the Whiskeydick Buttfuckers, but they changed it when they changed both their
drug and sexual preferences.
But seriously folks, Royal Highness is just
fuckin' awful. I like the white- boy drug rap thang, don't get me wrong, but
these guys-- or whoever the hell writes their songs-- are fuckin' stupid. Let's
start with the opening cut, "Bong Tokin' Alcoholics." The chorus, repeated, ad
nauseaum, is (you guessed it) "The Bong Tokin' Alcoholics/ The Bong Tokin'
Alcoholics/ The Bong Tokin' Alcoholics..." If that ain't pure
genius, American ingenuity, and drug- induced creativity all rolled into one
glimmering pearl of wisdom, I don't know what is. The Kings of pain continue
for no less than 17 tracks. They delve into such socially tempestuous issues
as weed, dope, marijuana, drinking, fucking, ganja, beer, hash, liquor, and
even mention at one point... weed. Er... I'm going to break for a bong
now, I'll be right back.
Well, it still sounds like shit, my friends. Are they tryin' to be the Beastie
Boys of the dope world? Hmmm. That reminds me-- I know this guy down the way that
saves his bong water in a big jug, an' when the jug gets filled he burns some
incense and lights lotsa candles. He puts on Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and sets a
maple box with ornate brass fittings on the table. Then he meditates for a
while, saying his mantra "Kaaaaa-- mmaaauuuu--- ffaaaaa" over and over, until he
has achieved what he calls "alignment with the bong."
Then he opens the case,
removes a small opaque plastic pitcher with "Yuengling" emblazoned on the
side, a small strainer and a coffee filter. He places them on white paper
doilies on the table, and after blessing them, he places the strainer into the
top of the pitcher and the coffee filter into the strainer. Then he closes
eyes, raises the jug above his head says "haaa-aa, haaa-aa" and slowly
pours the bong water through the coffee filter into the pitcher, chanting his
mantra, "Kaaaaa-- mmaaauuuu--- ffaaaaa," all the while.
After several hours, all of the water has been strained, and he closes the
lid of the jug and returns it to its place. Next, he places the sacred
drying towel upon the maple box, and places the moist, dark filter upon it
for drying. After a new moon, he returns to it, scrapes the fine black powder
from the filter and into his bong. He says a silent prayer and then solemnly
smokes the sacred powder. The cycle is complete, and the Kottonmouth Kings
still suck.
-James P. Wisdom