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Jamie Kennedy/Stu Stone "Blowin' Up"

Jamie Kennedy & Stu Stone
“Blowin’ Up”
(JKSS Records)
Ringtones: JKSS to 73804

The debut disc from JK & SS fulfills the promise of the album’s title and immediately pops off with a solid homage to club bangers (the brilliantly polished and adorably elementary “Circle Circle Dot Dot”).

The debut disc from JK & SS fulfills the promise of the album’s title and immediately pops off with a solid homage to club bangers (the brilliantly polished and adorably elementary “Circle Circle Dot Dot”). From here on in the cheese is in short supply and the dope hip-hop skills burst through the fuckin’ roof.

“Rollin’ with Saget” tears up the house and all that are in it with a fresh old school beat and gut-bustingly on-point lines like, “A trigger finger itchier than chickenpox” and, “I got beer, Henny, an ounce of kush. Yo J, pull over! I gotta pee in a bush.” And after you hear the song’s disturbing outro addressed to an infant Olsen you’ll remember that Danny Tanner really is, “The illest motherfucker in a cardigan sweater.” Yes, I have sucked some feet for coke.

There are so many priceless joints on this CD you forget all about “Malibootay” and the whole Reality TV thing and you start wondering why you haven’t uploaded those ringtones already.

Standouts include the impressively gangsta “Rush the Club” (with Kardinal Offishall), the linguistically dynamite, self-deprecating “Crooked Stick” and “Mattress Mack” (with Paul Wall). But the real winner here is “Celebrity Stalker,” a melodic post-Eminem jam with a bag full of sterling shout-outs to masturbatory dreamgirls that includes such juicy entries as Oprah Winfrey and Lindsay Lohan.

Any song that proudly states, “My favorite show to stroke to gots to be Facts of Life is all right by me. After all, what’s a midnight wank-a-thon without some Charlotte Rae? That’s a blow jam!!! The chorus of, “I love her and she loves me. Why won’t she talk to me?” explains a syndrome that used to be a pathological illness of the trenchcoat crowd but has become, in our current pop-saturated society, a universal plight.

Blowin’ Up is an incredibly detailed nosedive into the celebrity swimming pool, documenting current affairs, historical vices and hilariously relevant preoccupations. Jamie Kennedy can throw away that secondhand “mask” and reclaim the gangsta title he first achieved as Randy Meeks. Outkasts everywhere should be hella gleeful.—Bob Freville
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