By Andrew Ross
Generic, uninspired hip-pop has reached a new level with the debut album by B Rich. 80 Dimes? More like 80 cents. In fact, this disc isn’t even worth that much. The album is about as engaging as a plywood trade convention, and B Rich himself is a textbook specimen whack mc. Every person who listens to this cd will be dumber for having heard it. If you’re looking for an example of what not to sound like, borrow this album from your local public library. Otherwise, stay away from this tripe.