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    http://www.providencephoenix.com/archive/music/01/08/02/LOCAL.html From the streets of Providence, we give you State of Corruption. In your face rap lyrics, hip hop beats, and grinded out heavy metal guitar riffs. Signify the essence of what S.O.C means. Since 1994 this six pack featuring DJ ThriLL, King Mike L and Fasad [vocals] Raymond “Boom Boom” Corsini [guitar], the M.L.O.D.[drums] and Pauly P. [bass] have gained a loyal following of corrupted motherf%$kers from Maine down through New York. Their first full length CD “Backroom Sauce” has received numerous rave reviews, and their sophomore effort “The Great Hype Agenda” is being released worldwide this fall.
    Music Style
    Rap/Rock
    Musical Influences
    Black Sabbath, Run DMC, Motley Crue, NWA , Faith No More
    Similar Artists
    Beastie Boys, Rage Aginst the Machine
    Artist History
    The core members of S.O.C who have known each other since grade school, originally started throwing rap lyrics on top of old school beats. This time known as “the days of the dope shed” which included two MC’s and a DJ quickly manifested itself into what is now known as the State of Corruption.
    Group Members
    King Mike L, Fasad, DJ ThriLL, M.L.O.D, Pauly P. and Ray "Boom Boom" Corsini
    Instruments
    DJ Tables, Guitar, Bass, Electronic and Accousic Drums
    Albums
    Backroom Sauce (debut); The Great Hype Agenda (Sophmore Release)
    Press Reviews
    Providence Phoenix - http://www.providencephoenix.com/archive/music/01/08/02/LOCAL.html It's far more difficult to say where North Providence's State of Corruption will take it after their new Back Room Sauce (Swingin' T-Bag). They're sprawling all over the place, toting bongs, dropping slightly-musty Ebonics like their ghetto passes are about to be revoked. Any suburbanite's co-opting of urban toughness is hilarious, but it's even occasionally convincing as on the track "Boxout," which meshes lotsa hoop imagery around an emo-core-via-the-Beasties mix, replete with turntable scratching. But c'mon, fellas, you're white. And you aren't the Beasties yet.That's the only squawk with Back Room Sauce. Truthfully, I plan on playing "Boxout" so effin' loud when Cat Mobley dunks directly in the face of UMass center Lari Ketner this weekend that my speakers cook. Can't fault a band unafraid of aiming high (while high, I guess), and on Sauce SOC scrap like demons to mesh Mike D's techniques with Rage (the most obvious comparison) and Fugazi. In the case of those last two you have meritorious bands who have lent credence to their social agendas due to their unflinching stances. Good start.The frustration apparent in the disc is sobering. Young lives have been spent enduring sour truths rammed down their throats. Lyrically it's one of the hardest-hitting discs unleashed in these parts since Dropdead's HGFact effort, and that came out in Japan. They manage the rough stuff well, and it's the first time in a long time that a CD's lyrics may make me cross the street before confronting the likes of vocalists King Mike Land Fasad, DJ "Big Daddy" Thrill, guitarist Ray Corsini, drummer Mike Lopes or bassist Paul Phillips. It's metal with a slower rap, glass-grinding Helmet-inspired riffs over Thrill's deeply-etched turntable chopblocks. Fasad and Mike L. can twist the most cocksure phrase like "you need a pain killer for this endonesian sound" into an evil stoner grin, serpentine and lecherous. But beyond the braggadocio is the ostracized kid, left out at school, hanging in the back of the room and acting the clown. In "Run Down" the class wiseacre's cry for attention can wrench on two levels: lonely kid ridicules the popular kids and the shallowness they stand for while trying to gain respect as a C-minus student with no shot at college and a likely stint at a convenience store in the very near future. In SOC's world where the cliché "it ain't what you know it's who you know" is a force-fed commandment in nepotism-soaked Rhode Island, you can't say they are exaggerating. Even the party-down side of SOC always keeps one eye peeled for threats when entering a room. Can they be blamed for plotting against kids who abused them in school? Nope. Are they going to fight back?How 'bout right now. Seemingly mundane topics are where SOCshine, and even the funny, well-timed "Hey You Guuu-uuys!" snippet from the Electric Company acts as a foil for bubbling frustration. How successfully they essay the age-old theme of breaking free from restrictive social bonds is the crucial point, and Back Room Sauce does occasionally fall into the raptrap of hyperbolic self-promotion. Their heroes always emerge victorious, which is fine, but SOC know it's fantasy. They know the player who has to keep saying that he's a player . . . ain't. They're festering whiners only once or twice, which is excellent given the topics and the fact that in less-adept hands their "issues" would be unbearably boring. The music splashes and sprays like an unruly puddle, or marinara whenever you wear a white shirt. It also chugs and drops out without the too-trite stop-on-a-dime schtick that's torpedoed some of metal's mightier bands. That's quality songwriting. A few tracks would treble their effectiveness by being shortened (songs are not kudzu!), but on a debut that's par. The turntable scratching is spotty and even when Thrill floors it during the great breaks he isn't loud enough. But he's still locked in.Final observation? I grew up with a ton of guys like this and don't blame them for being irritated. Since they're among the too-few who may actually (like Dropdead) walk the walk about making things better, you've gotta root them on. The DJ's been with them since jump so don't think it's a tacked-on vibe. At points he dominates the record. They can deliver live exactly what they've recorded, to which anyone who has heard them in the past three years can attest. Another plus. Though Sauce teeters on the edge of metal drudgery, it is buoyed by humor and redeemed by conviction. After all, there are plots yet to be carried out in the State of Corruption.Providence Phoenix - March 6th 1998http://www.providencephoenix.com/archive/music/98/03/05/local%5Fmusic.html
    Location
    Providence, RI - USA

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