The new Trick Daddy album is depressing on a number of levels. He's now on an independent after the label whom he helped build up over seven albums moved on to concentrate on that hoarse walrus Rick Ross. The title Finally Famous: Born A Thug, Still A Thug makes absolutely no sense considering he's basically never been less famous in his whole career, although at least he's still shoehorning "thug" into the subtitle to keep that tradition alive. Plus, there's the whole matter of him having Lupus, which has probably at least in part kept him less active in the less years and has hastened his commercial decline.

The album itself, though, isn't depressing at all as a piece of music; it's not up there with Book of Thugs by any means, but I've heard most of his albums and as far as I know he's never made a bad one. His last album, Back By Thug Demand, was a little bit anonymous, piggybacking on the whole Runners/Khaled sound that was big at the time, and while there's still a little of that here, it's mostly more back to the kind of faceless but still perfect for Trick kinda production of his earlier albums, grimy and hard enough but also kind of surprisingly pop at times, and "I Can Tell" or "Ghetto Supa Starr" almost sound like the kind of song he might've had a hit with a few years ago. I don't expect TDD to end up with any more hits anytime soon, but who knows, I sure didn't predict Pitbull's comeback.

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