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TypeReleasedRecordedRYM RatingRanked Genres
ArtistTriple Six Mafia
Album
25 November 1994
1994
3.74 / 5.00.5 from 1,116 ratings
#85 for 1994, #3,081 overall

lo-fi, drugs, crime, violence, sexual, male vocals, nocturnal, psychedelic, raw, dark, hypnotic, lethargic, sampling, vulgar, misanthropic, rhythmic, hateful, disturbing, urban, repetitive, atmospheric, aggressive, ominous, anthemic, occult
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telephone_junkie Apr 24 2012 4.00 stars
so staticy and weird and sludgy and stoned and repetitive and fucking absurdly cool that it's basically an honorary screwtape. gutbucket hip hop left to warp and crackle in the southern sun. hyundai with shitty speakers. stopping to buy a big gulp at two in the sweltering morning. just drive.

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Zephos Jan 28 2010 2.50 stars
This entire album sounds like it was recorded in a cave on the bottom of the sea, which is shorthand for "they had the shittiest recording space and materials available". Yep. I'd like to say it's unfair on the album given that its material may actually be strong, but there's hardly a way to tell under all that poor recording sound. And I even half believe that too. It seemed like some of these beats were actually pretty cool (the emceeing....not so much). What can you do? You can wait to listen to their actual first album the next year...Rating: 2.5Highlights: For an album like this?....
doppz Jun 25 2021 4.00 stars
A survey of Triple 6's finest before their slow evolution towards something of popular appeal, away from self-released cassettes of questionable quality and towards more meticulously crafted horrocore LPs. Well, somewhere in that transition the magic was lost for me: Smoked Out Loced Out is DJ Paul at his finest, crunchy lo-fi beats and stretched out samples, Lord Infamous' often unsavory lyricism paired with the (almost) full ensemble that would come to represent Memphis' most enigmatic rap group. Underground Vol 1 is still probably the right place to start, but if you're daunted by the overwhelming quantity and seeming incoherent labelling of the many, many tapes that came out of the Triple 6 crew alone, this is a good follow up venture in that direction, hitting many of the high points and introducing many of the main players within the Triple 6 universe. The production is fine, I actually prefer it this way for this genre, certainly better than others (like say DJ Sound's first efforts), and the ambient blood creeping terrorized beats are infectious throughout.

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Supreme night driving music. Whatever pairs this murky bass apocalypse with passing headlights and the 7-11s splayed like outposts against the vast clear air, it captures the spirit of Red Bull and and wandering– even with Google Maps popping in at jarring intervals (I've named my Maps voice Bellinda), this tape flourishes. I'm a delivery driver, by the way, and night shifts are the best. Parking is easy, the customers usually want simple things, and music is better. I don't know why it's better, exactly, except that the confluence of nighttime's elements– darkness factoring details out, emptiness and stillness everywhere, a soft and moderate temperature in my (lucky, lucky) case, the mixture of weariness and charge intensifying some things and vaporizing others– allows for better concentration provided media that's consumed passively. It's hard, even in my most violent bouts of insomnia, to read at night, but records zoom through me like lifeblood, like cool air when the fact of the air becomes stifling. Music means more of what it means in those situations, even when I'm too bleary to pick it apart in fine specificity.And when you throw driving into the mix, with its evolving scenery and its sense of motion, you get something like a rollicking dream, all slow motion and feeling.Ergo Smoked Out Loced Out. It hits the sweet spot reserved for top-notch chopped 'n' screwed music, but its slowness is organic and intrinsic and implicit rather than a looming fog. It's the steady, red-eyed roll of DJ Screw wafting from dingy basements into the humid glow of streetlights, a dim survey of the land, a gust over facts, absorbing the world and remembering nothing, accepting every detail and returning a vacuum, nodding its head as the world floats past, benevolent and vague, superbly distracted, abstracted, fascinated, chill.Keeps its eyes on road and always signals, for all that.
"The Indo's creating illusions. The substance infesting my brain cells is causing confusion. I picture Teflon in slow motion. It's piercing through flesh and continues to cruising. Wait think straight, don't haste paste penetrate Face, ace sake place base, damn I think I'm crazed Terrors the error, no errors within my terror, Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout 'Triple six, triple six, triple six Smoked out.'"
Taking it's moniker from the classic track from the second (tho it should have been first) DJ Paul and Juicy J tape, the Mafia is assembled together for the first time for a dress rehearsal for their debut "Mystic Stylez." The madness opens with "Mask and da Glock" featuring dialogue from "Carlito's Way", and sparked by an not easily forgettable flip of Diana Ross "Sparkle" really dope slow motion aiding the always active groove of the song. Really solid opener, and a further showcase of DJ Paul and J's production technique. "Walk Up to Your House" is a much more improved version of the track from J's tape "Volume 10:Chronicles of Da Juiceman", still sparse but the sound is much more potent and realized here, that Mavis Staple break really helps the track maintain the atmosphere. "Beatin' Them Hoes Down" takes latter day Bar-Kays, and Teddy Pednergrass drones to a whole new level. "Now I'm High, Really High" is easily a highlight, really effective Lord Infamous and Koopsta Knicca verses over well arranged keyboard lines and bell chimes. A Horrorcore classic. "Niggaz Ain't Barrin Dat" has very infectious production, but loops itself for over quatro minutes, could have been a dope track. "Stash Pot" appeared earlier in Koopsta Knickas notable "The Devi's Playground" tape sporting a break from the piano outro from Faith No More's "Epic", this one is a tad more generic, but not exactly all that much worse. Another good version of this Koopsta standard. The Gangsta Blac led "Victim of This Shit" is taken from his "Breaking the Law" tape, and is still somewhat infectious in this version, but had a much more memorable and less monotonous sound in the original tape. "Pimpin' and Robbin': is taken from the Gimi Sum Family tape "The Gimi Sum Family II: (Da Otha Side) of the Family", crosses Lionel Ritchie with Too $hort, with lines like Swisha Sweet Spliff get a hit of the indo blast some Henessy." "Fuck all Dem Hoes" takes one of the few non instrumental tracks from the first DJ Paul and Juicy J tape, and improves the sparse production. The keyboard sound isn't one of J's best productions, but it's a hell of a lot better than the original. "Crank Dis Bitch Up" takes it's break from the first Ganksta N.I.P. track, and isn't as good, but it's entertaining enough."Flaugin Azz Nigga" is just ok. Nice piano break but the rest of the track is slow and bare boned. "Squeeze My Nuts" is just filler, scrounging up samples from previous Ho songs like "Lick my nuts" and "sex is my game." Typically inconsistent release that starts off really well, some of the previous tracks are even improved on in a major way. But a portion of the compiled picks could have been better. By this point DJ Pau; had a wealth of material. "Stash Pot" and especially "Victim of This Shit" were better in the Knicca and Blac tapes. Gems like what could have been the title track, Gangsta Black's "Armed Robbery", Lord Infamous' "9mm", Juicy J's "Late Last Night or Paul's own "Twist it, Light it, Smoke It" could have easily been here in improved versions. Also the tape never reaches psychedelic peaks like Pauls work in Lil Gin's "So High" or CarMike's "Smokin." But enough bitching. This is a solid Memphis document featuring some of their greatest tracks. The Southern Midnite Vibage is most definitely real, and this is worth your time.Fave Blasts: Mask and da Glock, Walk Up to Your House, Now I'm High, Really High, Niggaz Ain't Barrin' Dat, Stash Pot