For too long now a pesky urban legend has been circulating, the tale of a musical mutation, preciously dubbed "emo-rap," supposedly foisted on our nation's impressionable young backpackers. Like the myth about naked ladies being hunted down with paintball guns, the phantasmal "rise of emo-rap" seems so credible, even inevitable, no one bothers to investigate the details. Tug at the loose threads, though, and the pseudo-genre unravels faster'n Rivers Cuomo's sweater. In fact, the only emo-rap suspect consistently rounded up is Minneapolis MC Slug, who goes out of his way to mention the genre in interviews just to bitch about it, a denial that's probably the emoest thing... More >>>