Atmosphere's When Life Gives You Lemons . . .

this review is god awful. when life gives you lemons is easily atmosphere's greatest effort since god loves ugly and perhaps since lucy ford. comaring one of the smartest emcees in hip hop to uncle cracker is the same as saying "i have no appreciation for intelligent, independent hip hop." slug and ant stepped way out of their comfort zone on this album and succeeded throughout. get a clue.

What an insipidly turgid review. Unless the author is 16 or under in which case i say "Bravo". And my 14 year old niece is much more insightful and a better writer.

agreed - best atmosphere album ever

Isn't it ironic that the Village Voice used to be known for GOOD music reviews... I guess this is what happens when you get bought out and lose your best reviewer (Christgau).

Christopher, did you actually listen to this album before writing this review? You say that this album is "[p]erfect for an upwardly mobile 21–45 demo that seeks neither boom nor bap with their soy latte," but that's a much better description of the _VV_'s own readership than of these lyrics, taken from Slug's "Guarantees": "No overtime pay no holiday Months behind on everything but the lottery Went around the corner guaranteeing that my car died Wifey having trouble trying to juggle both the part times My cup aint close to filled up We trying to build up so we can have enough And when I finally get the color There won’t be nothing left to paint on A friend of mine tried to kill himself to the same song. My better half is mad at making magic out of canned goods My tax bracket status gotta questioning my man hood My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert And if I smack em everybody treats me like a monster My neighbors aint doing much better And we making competition instead of sticking together Cant save no nest egg in fact this nest is rented In fact that rent is late, wait The money aint here the raise aint coming Just me and my son and that crazy woman And those bartenders this whole fucking country Got everybody swallowing that lunch meat Maybe we can speed up the process Kill me in my thirties in the name of progress Put me in the dirt and then change the topic Some time it seems like the only way to stop it Contemplate my departure date Doesn’t take a lot to get a lot of us to talk this way Take a shot at me that's all i'm obligated for Apparently my only guarantee is a walk away." This is "perfect for an upwardly mobile 21–45 demo that seeks neither boom nor bap with their soy latte"? Really? Are you serious?