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Hollywood Undead - V album review

If you like rap-rock, look away now

Cover art for Hollywood Undead - V album

Like a toddler proudly showing off a soiled nappy, rap-rock scallywags Hollywood Undead deliver everything on their fifth album with unwitting zeal. Welcome to a world where bluster and conviction are confused routinely, teen-pop sensibilities clash horribly with an enervating, boorish obsession with firearms, and the LA crew’s (presumably numerous) detractors are tetchily invited to “chomp a dick”. Overall, V makes Limp Bizkit sound like Steely Dan.

A couple of enjoyably belligerent riffs aside, tracks like Renegade and Cashed Out offer an almost comically dim-witted mega-barf of cutting-edge, faux-alternative pop-rap trope-mulch, aimed squarely at the obliterated attention spans of the Snapchat ‘n’ fidget-spinner generation and about as edgy as a boiled egg. When Cypress Hill/Prophets Of Rage legend B-Real turns up on Black Cadillac, he injects a welcome dose of authority but sounds sincerely baffled by his own involvement.

Dom Lawson has been writing for Hammer and Prog for 14 intermittently enjoyable years and is extremely fond of heavy metal, progressive rock, coffee and snooker. He listens to more music than you. And then writes about it.