Evan Nabavian never once caught that swag flu.
The Slaughterhouse boys do better outside of their battle rap pissing contests. All of them except for Joe Budden are capable of extremely memorable performances given the right direction. Royce da 5’9” can scorch a DJ Premier beat like few others. So can Joell Ortiz (“Project Boy”), whose accomplishments also include besting Game and Ghostface in a bout of campfire hood tales (“Drama”). Then there’s Crooked I, probably the least accomplished guy on the team. No history with Eminem. No stint on Aftermath. No Just Blaze summer smash. Just lots of blog hype.
But Crooked has his moments too. His 2009 Mr. Pigface Weapon Waist EP had its raucous, nasty jams. “Mr. Porter Meets Mr. Pigface” sounds like a scrap from the Detox sessions, but in a good way. His clear, enunciated flow suits Mr. Porter’s heavy Aftermath gloom perfectly and the gangsterisms (187s, Long Beach, Chevys on 22s) drown out the jokey couplets (“Haters talking, I ain’t worried, let ’em speak then, / Dead man walking, you’ll be Bernie by the weekend.”). It’s the kind of focused, restrained track that you won’t see on Slaughterhouse’s Shady debut.