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Stuck Mojo
During the past few years, the urban-metal/rap-core scene has come under fire by grizzled old-schoolers, while simultaneously being raised to commercial viability by aggro-music newcomers. Despite this fact, few bands define what the aesthetic should sound like (while still credibly pushing its buttons and boundaries) like Stuck Mojo have. The Atlanta quartet has been honing their healthy chops for most of the 1990s now, stomping out a steady stream of studio albums -- Snappin’ Necks (1995), Pigwalk (1997), Rising (1998), as well as one sweaty live one, 1999’s HVY 1 -- each album raising the creative bar for all their brain-dead ‘n’ baggy-panted contemporaries. Over the years, Stuck Mojo’s persistence and commitment on all fronts has garnered them rave reviews within and without the metal community. Best of all, they’ve established themselves as an underground alternative to Korn -- free from slavish commercial aspirations, but selling briskly nonetheless. Their latest release, Declaration of a Headhunter (1999), places them squarely in the Helmet league for the most slammingly cerebral and accessible jackhammer-grooves around.
-- Nathan T. Birk
Nathan T. Birk is currently the associate editor of INK19. Though he is graduating with a Bachelor's degree in Journalism from the University of Florida, for the past seven years Nathan has been writing about music most of the law-abiding public wouldn't touch with a 10-foot pole. And contrary to popular belief, he doesn't only like heavy metal.
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