Detroit rapper Bruiser Wolf. (Seven)

Review by Chris Richards

Bruiser Wolf raps in cursive. Rhymes curl out of his mouth in flamboyant loop-de-loops, punctuated with dramatic pauses that sound 10 months pregnant. Try to plot this marvelous mouth in the greater constellation of rap music, and you might come up with four cardinal points: E-40, Suga Free, CeeLo and Vast Aire. If that doesn’t help, think midway barker, game show host, grindhouse cinema pimp. Or could it be that his principal vocal inspiration is Snagglepuss from the old Hanna-Barbera cartoons? Heavens to Murgatroyd. Subscribe for unlimited access to The Post You can cancel anytime. Subscribe Skip to end of carousel

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