One of the breakout stars of 1998 hip-hop, dmx wasted little time in following up his us no. 1 album it’s dark and hell is hot with flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. if the quick turnaround seems surprising, maybe it’s because dmx’s second lp doesn’t fall far from the original tree. key to his formula, dmx has mastered the art of thug-life anthems, following in the dubious footsteps of 2pac and noreaga. while his gruff voice and simple delivery help make his songs infectious, they’re rarely creative, especially with anaemic beats, redundant subject matter, and his trademark barks. basically, flesh of my flesh is a perfect buy for those who couldn’t wait a whole year for another dmx lp, but it won’t convert many new listeners.