proves that he is particularly cleareyed about his success, his art, who he is and where he's headed. But in the end, all of this adds up to frictionless music; songs such as "Oh Nelly" and "The Gank" are so empty of any sort of tension that you can't avoid the sense that Nelly's going through the motions.The only flicker of drama on this album is found on the "Roc the Mic (Remix)." Piggybacking on one of the hotter hip-hop tracks in recent weeks with Roc-A-Fella rappers Freeway and Beanie Sigel, Nelly uses the opportunity to take a whack at KRS-One: "The first rapper to need a pension." But even this latest hip-hop skirmish is barely worthy of a shrug. With legitimate, truly talented lyricists topping charts and gaining mainstream appeal, the real-hip-hop-vs.-fake-hip-hop debate is a moot one.In the end, the first single, "Hot in Herre [sic]," tells the whole
Nellyville story. It's a solid dance record, peppered with clever punch lines and very likable, yet it fails to capture the imagination. Outside of "Pimp Juice," the album sounds weighed down by the commercial pressures of going multiplatinum the last time out. After five tracks, one cannot help but wonder what might have been had Nelly not gotten so pop so quickly.
ROB MARRIOTT
(RS # 901 - July 2, 2002)
The mantra for many sophomore albums seems to be "if it ain't broke, don't fix it," and that rings true on Nelly's second effort, Nellyville -- his latest boasts the same catchy, sing-song rhyme style and slick, booming production that put this St. Louis native on the map.
