The debut album by Body Count is like a litmus test for ignorant music snobs: if you hear someone dismissing it as cheesy rap-metal, chances are they haven't even heard the thing. True, the group is fronted by gangsta rap innovator Ice-T, but his vocal approach this time owes little to his usual hip-hop derived flow and more to hardcore punk vocalists like Henry Rollins and Jello Biafra (the latter of whom contributed a spoken word track to the censored version of the album by way of a broadside against those who objected to Cop Killer). Is he as good as Rollins or Biafra? In terms of his delivery, no, but when it comes to the provocative lyrics he more than makes up for that, proving that if you have wit and intelligence and the emotional delivery to back it up you don't necessarily need to be a good metal singer to be the frontman for a fantastic metal band.