Skull & Bones (album) - Reception

Reception

Professional ratings
Review scores
Source Rating
Allmusic
Audio Video Revolution (7/10)
Robert Christgau
RapReviews.com (6/10)
Yahoo! Music (favorable)
  • Rolling Stone - 3.5 stars out of 5 - "A bipolar breakdown…proving hip-hop is more like T2…capable of morphing into anyone they wanna be."
  • CMJ - "Proves rather convincingly that Cypress Hill still packs a mighty punch."
  • Vibe - "Marks the first major shift in the group's direction....Half of is a head-banging jam session....Songs like '(Rap) Superstar' prove that the group still has that winning formula."
  • The Source - 3.5 mics out of 5 - "May be their most drastic turn yet.… Cypress' flavor runs thick across the disc.… They break down the barriers in order to transcend the industry-imposed terms of alternative and rap…another set for the weeded."
  • Rap Pages - "May be the best album you hear for the next 2 years.… is so artistically good that it stay in your personal rotation…"
  • Mojo - "Finds them sticking a finger in the air and finding the wind blowing in the direction of thrash-metal."
  • NME - 7 out of 10 - "Picks up where the groggy metal/rap melange of '98s Cypress Hill IV left off.… It's business as usual.… They do hip-hop and they do funk-metal rawk…evolving slowly."

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