Above the Law

  • Above the Law
  • Livin' Like Hustlers (Ruthless/Epic) 1990 
  • Vocally Pimpin' EP (Ruthless/Epic) 1991 
  • Black Mafia Life (Ruthless) 1992 
  • Uncle Sam's Curse (Ruthless) 1994 

Capable if unimaginative old school rappers, Los Angeles’ Above the Law were early gangstas, taking the violence and misogyny pioneered by their friends in and around N.W.A a step further down the lyrical road to ugly nihilism. That said, Livin’ Like Hustlers (which features Ruthless label boss Eazy-E and lead producer Dr. Dre on “The Last Song”) is not very intimidating; the handsome beats are constructed from ’70s soul classics (Cameo, Isaac Hayes, James Brown, the Doors!) as well as live guitar, bass and keyboards. Self-styled hustlers Cold 187um (Gregory Hutchison), KM.G the Illustrator (Kevin Dulley), Go Mack (Arthur Goodman) and Total K-oss (Anthony Stewart) sound more sing-song genial than cold-blooded, which undercuts the impact of their favorite subjects: shooting (the Mega Side) and balling (the Ranching Side).

Vocally Pimpin’ is a lengthy EP of new tracks (the most captivating of which, “Wicked,” reveals an incidental political sensibility), studio chat, remixes — including three dissimilar versions of the non-LP “4 the Funk of It” — and promotional announcements for the then-upcoming second album.

Black Mafia Life, ably produced to an alternately fuzzy and frisk funk bump by Cold 187um, partly defuses the quartet’s anger ad vulgarity, integrating Above the Law into the growing gangsta mainstream with highly styled and obvious playacting (these guys should definitely call their agents about film work) and familiar MC boasts in the “black mafia mindset.” “G-rupies Best Friend” (complete with ecstatic female moans) is as obnoxious as it has to be, but a goodnatured lack of conviction-even on tracks like “Pimp Clinic” and “Pimpology 101”-and cozy grooves soften Black Mafia Life into a relatively appealing party. The guest shot by Eazy-E adds just the right touch of whiny bravado; ragga rapper Kokane freestyles on “Game Wreck-Oniz-Iz Game.”

Exchanging sophisticated finery for casual threads, Above the Law get serious — about racism and oppression — on Uncle Sam’s Curse, blaming the titular malediction for a variety of urban ills. The trio’s political depth doesn’t go much beyond “the system is always trying to keeping us down” (as “Set Free” inarticulates), however, and most of the album is a pernicious return to the gangsta banality of Livin’ Like Hustlers. Cold 187um kicks more good grooves as producer, but he can’t smooth over the lyrical nonsense. “Uncle Sam’s Curse” can hardly be held responsible for the crude booty calls of “Everything Will Be Alright,” the banging of “The ‘G’ in Me” or the multi-purpose sex-and-drugs-and-guns “Who Ryde,” in which Tone-Loc makes an effective guest appearance. Ending off with “Gangsta Madness,” ATL borrows Ice Cube’s vocal inflection for a solemn dedication to dead homies, acknowledging one law even these roughnecks can’t pretend to be above.

[Ira Robbins]