Fieldy's Dreams' Rock n' Roll Gangster is the anti-Christ of music in an apparitional patchwork of everything that makes Cypress Hill and Eminem successful, without the talent.

But RRG keeps its own originality in regards to its sound: that of another honky rapper who wouldn't know hip-hop if it crawled all the way up his — As I was saying, RRG is weak in all areas. The beats are turgid and annoying. His vocals are nasal and unenthusiastic. The lyrics are unoriginal and cliché-abusing. The rhymes are forced and unmetered.

In almost every song, Fieldy pretentiously talk-raps about weed, hos and riches. One exception is the sloppy "Comin' from a Friend," where Fieldy advises a close friend to slap his wife because she's sleeping with Baby Hugh Hef, Fieldy's horribly-named alias.

To put a visual comparison to RRG's gut-wrenching pain, imagine someone eating 50 barbecue wings without wiping their face — that's what this music would look like.

But the saddest thing about this album is that someone out there will dedicate a Web site to Fieldy's Dreams. I also feel sorry for all the Korn fans now embarrassed that their favorite band's bassist made the worst album ever.

I could go on slamming this high-jacking of music, but I'll let Fieldy's words from "You Saved Me" save me from further explanation: "Pass me the bong/I'm high as Cheech and Chong/marinating my brain/you keep me from going insane/ numbs all my pain/I can't complain . . . weed makes me happy/when I'm feelin' crappy."

-- Reviewed by Mike Caggeso