Following the same path of debauched decadence as their star member, the men of D12 enthusiastically toss out a flurry of nihilistic, gleefully offensive jabs. Unlike Eminem, though, D12 jabs without conviction. They leave you more perturbed than punch-drunk.
The crew's debut, Devil's Night, is like an Ol' Dirty Bastard album without the loony charm. It's just another case of folks being shocking for the hell of it, which D12 freely admits. As one says at the beginning of the album: "We just like saying shit like that just to fuck wit'cha!" It would be nice, though, if these guys at least believed their own bullshit.