Few rappers can match up their raw emotions with their hip-hop occupation. Let the truth be told – Krumb Snatcha is one of those few that can.
The formula for “Let the Truth Be Told” is quite simple: Add two parts of exaggerated emotion on the part of Krumb Snatcha, one part of the most head-nodding-break-your-damn-neck production from the underground’s finest, and a howl or two (or fifty) from the “wolves” and make music.
The Boston emcee, who found his first success as an esteemed comrade of Guru and DJ Premier (Gangstarr), explodes back onto the underground scene of hip-hop with “Truth Be Told,” where he masquerades as either the Ritalin’d up version of M.O.P. (but, honestly, who can match them?!) or the amped-up version of Xzibit – you make the call.
“Bang Bang,” arguably the album’s finest attempt by Krumb, pairs him with fellow rhymer Styles P and implements the same Nancy Sinatra sample found on Young Buck’s recent track of the same name. Little has to be noted about what the two discuss on the song (just check the title), but the rawness and passion of each goes dually-noted as one of the livest efforts in recent memory from Styles with a matching hunger and tenacity from Krumb.
Though short in length, the Emile-produced “Too Cold” captures another catchy vocal sample on the chorus, one of the few places that Krumb Snatcha falls short elsewhere when captivating the human ear (as witnessed on the simple loose-ended hooks of “Certified” and “Boston to VA”). His cold-as-ice demeanor lends itself to the natural charisma and genuineness that infiltrates the words of Krumb through and through the album.
And speaking of through and through, Krumb Snatcha meets up with the Theodore Unit to rock the Nottz-produced “Thorough,” where Ghostface and the underwhelming Solomon Child join the fiasco over a super hard and thumping beat with Ghost dropping another gem for the masses.
Title track, “Let The Truth Be Told,” where Scram Jones dips in with a speedy violin-laced banger, epitomizes the Krumb Snatcha with his “me against the industry” attitude firmly locked into place, which only makes the hyped-up reunion with Guru on “Wolves Gang” (another Scram production) that much more entertaining (plus Krumb spitting, “I’m something like your herpes, I don’t go away!” is quite a listen).
Probably the only curious attempts on the album from Krumb Snatcha come in the form of several other Nottz productions that tend to tone down and tame Krumb rather than promote his rancid attitude. The forced attempt of “Get Live” leaves little to the imagination and causes another weak hook to emerge, while the mediocre “I Do Me” also follows a strict format of hip-hop formulas that do not work well for Krumb Snatcha’s character.
Still, when the recipe is cooked just right and the ingredients are all put in as planned, Krumb Snatcha and his “wolves” devour “Let the Truth Be Told” in a red-hot fiery ball of anger and emotion. Though caged up at times, Krumb is ready to be unleashed to the rest of the hip-hop community.
Few else can do it with that rawness and passion. Let the truth be told – Krumb Snatcha is one of those few that can.