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Album review - Kane & Abel

By Franklin Leonard

Music

Kane & Abel

Rise to Power

Elektra

Kane & Abel's second album, their first since going AWOL from Master P's No Limit boot camp, nearly bored me to fratricide. Sad too, because the duo would seem to have everything necessary to create a listenable album: a hook (they're identical twins with biblical names--their real names are David and Daniel), legitimacy (born in the Bronx and bred in New Orleans, one of the flashpoints of southern rap) and a cause (their parents were declared unfit when they were a few weeks old). Don't bother looking for any evidence of it on Rise To Power though.

Rise to Power

Elektra

The Garcias' sophomore effort is twenty-odd tracks of the mediocrity we've come to expect from those associated with Master P. Rise to Power is the newest testament to the sad consequences of a crew with one single (in this case, the title track) putting out a whole album: an hour of mediocre flow about tittie chasing, pistol whipping and dope dealing, something the brothers apparently know quite a bit about. Currently under federal indictment for conspiracy to possess and distribute cocaine, the Garcia boys can count on more credibility for the thuggishness of their lyrics, even if Juvenile, Mystikal and maybe most of southern rap do it better. C

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