Mickey Avalon – Loaded album review

With the release of his self titled album, Mickey Avalon¬†garnered himself to be one of America’s most controversial underground hip hop cacophonies in the music market. Fast forward six years and Mickey Avalon is at it again with his angst ridden nuances in his second album, Loaded. Standing at 18 tracks, the musical work is not a far outcry from his previous album as he continues to excessively rap about his nostalgic pastimes of prostitution and addiction.

The album Loaded, is anything but loaded with the exception of his exaggerated anecdotes of self destruction and depravation. The lack of creative ingenuity, substantial lyricism, and sound production is pitiful and is easy to see why he was booed offstage during his tour with The Red Hot Chili Peppers. Even with the addition appearances of Cisco Adler, Andrea Legacy, and Scott Russo, the album still lacks any likability and any memorable songs.

His lyrics in “Rock Bottom,” easily capture the aesthetic or lack thereof of the whole album. Avalon states “I’m gonna get high until I hit rock bottom,” and that’s exactly what happened, with his album being the end result: rock bottom. Loaded lacks any cohesiveness or balance, constantly weaving from syncopated reggae rhythms in “Girlfriend,” to overdubbed dancefloor beats in “Dance,” to abrasive distorted guitars in “Tight Blue Jeans,” which leaves it difficult to resonate within the listener.

In Loaded, Avalon welcomes his audience to his hedonistic lifestyle filled with sex, and drugs as he sings of idolizing the prospect of friends with benefits and freely living a life of apathetic debauchery. His lyrics referring to his adolescent experiences involving drug substance and indulgence in sex only come off as immature and extremely obnoxious as he seems to exalt it rather than condemn it. Even his delivery is poorly executed as he tries to exude a sexy and enigmatic persona, but fails miserably as it seems as if he is rapping while having a cigarette at one hand a bottle of bourbon in the other.

After listening to the album, one would probably feel loaded with a high dose of cocaine that is bound to last as long as the drug trips Mickey Avalon speaks of; which isn’t very long. The album isn’t timeless nor is it in any way impressionable. Unless Loaded is meant for addict drug user and ardent party-goers, then the album isn’t going to find any relation amongst many audiences.