This is the female version of the beastie boys and don't judge them there really are good and there could flow.

Now I am a person who listens to hardcore rap, undaground music, including a lil bit of rnb and so forth. I will admit, when I start listening to Northern State, I wasn't feeling them at all. But when I couldn't think of any other cd to play, I played this cd, and all of a sudden I loved it. So to folks that making crazy comments and not giving their music a second chance AT LEAST, stop and really focus on listening to it again and see how you feel about it. But on the real is this truely a classic? No, but it's not terrible either. It's in between, something you can listen to if you're in a happy mood. Now for those that really haven't listen to Northern State like that, I suggest start with this album, and then decide whether or not you want to cop All City (I even have their first cd, Hip Hop You Haven't Heard; that came out before Dyin In Stereo). Consequently, this is music very different from nowadays music, well most of them, which is coming out now with a lot of bull ishh. So if you want somethin different start with this cd, because it's all about having fun with hip hop and not about killin and having sex.

I can't help it,.... I like this band! I love what they have to say, their rhymes are great, very pro-girl. If teenagers listed to this instead of that schlock by pop singers maybe they'd be healthier.

Why should I care about this ultra lame CD? Beats that were old 15 years ago, rhythmically challenged white girl rapping reminiscent of the Beastie Boys first album, except worse, and lame socially (un)conscious lyrics. As a novelty record this thing is damn funny, as art its "excremental." Really who gives a damn about what it's like to grow up a priviledged white asshat from Long Island? Dying In Stereo indeed.

Oh, lord, three "artsy", pseudo-intellectual scenester girls with contrived ghetto speak, "rapping" about their gigantic, inflated egos, while making sure to hit on every possible cliche in the book. I am at least happy, though, that my grandmother's beats and production values made it onto a record.
There's one particular lyric on the album that is revelatory and downright brilliant. Listen as these bright little ladies bust a tight one on the mic: "it's a vicious cycle, it's the DJ's and the MC's and the writers and the breakers, not the corporations and the hit makers, that keep hip hop fresh." Thanks. Yes, it's definitely people like Northern State and the DJ's and the breakers that keep it all afloat. Am I alive? When will garbage like this go away? And when will people stop declaring stuff like this to be good just because it's not like the stuff that's on MTV, or because it's "old school" and white and female, or whatever other bogus reasons? Never, insipid tripe like this will never go away. And this is just one of thousands. WHO actually believes this is well-made or intelligent? Is this simply being measured against waste like 50 Cent and the likes? Who cares? Why are standards below the ground? Hey, you know what else is old school? The bowel movement that my dog dropped about 13 years ago, just before expiring. And when placed next to MTV hip hop, my beloved, dead dog can ALSO seem great. Please, give me the corporate hit-maker "sell-outs" ANYDAY over this bilge. No, actually, just kill me now.