OUTASIGHT – “NEVER SAY NEVER” (LRG)
ZERO STARS OUT OF FIVE
Over the course of this bloated, wildly unnecessary piece of rap/clothing/promotional ephemera, Outasight manages, against all odds, to shit out one magical golden egg of inadvertent retard-savant wisdom: there are some people in the world who are simply not worth wasting your breath on. They are such privileged, deluded, highly moneyed, ego-drenched cocksuckers that they will never, ever listen to what you have to say, even if it is true, no matter how you put it. The only solution to dealing with these people is to ignore them—allow them to continue to “do them” as you continue to “do you.” This singular tenet is clearly what has defined Outasight’s existence; there’s no other plausible explanation that could possibly be given for this dude managing to cut open the pants pocket of somebody in the record industry (debut album coming from Warner/Asylum in 2011!) and steal a bunch of their money.
But wait, what about the music, man? Glad you asked. Let me put it as succinctly as I can—as if it wasn’t insulting enough to be expected to earnestly bump this entry into the “Homogenous White-Dude Robo-R&B” rat race, to co-sign on it with a shit eating grin just because the former manager of Mobb Deep is involved… No, on top of all that, this VH1-“You Oughta Know,” strip mall coffeehouse open-mic busking rich-boy motherfucker is so desperate for an identity of his own and so drunkenly empowered on label money that he boldly attempts reappropriating Dylan’s “Tom Thumb’s Blues” a quarter of the way through this digital disaster.
You know what? Nevermind, Outasight; you just do you, shorty, and I’m gonna do me, and right now that means reading comprehensive reviews of double-barreled shotguns, I’ll just let you guess why and you can let me know your guess in six to eight weeks, when we bump into each other at Starbucks. I mean, outside of Starbucks. Haha!
“I’ve shot some flat shooting shotguns in my time but the 220 has to be the ultimate. I’ll confess to missing my first four skeet birds over at Coniston SG, even the slightest visibility on a going away target ensuring you’d be underneath it. That said, once you’ve got back into the ‘blot it out’ method of shooting, birds will tumble.
I’ve never shot badly with a Baikal and this Ruski Remington wasn’t about to break that tradition. Equally, when the 220 was in the hands it inspired a feeling that you were going to hit the target irrespective of how difficult. Two further rounds of skeet rendered 20+ scores whilst two rounds of 25-bird sporting resulted in some serious kills plus an ever growing admiration of this budget priced side-by-side irrespective of its rudimentary design and execution.
What soon became apparent was that you needn’t choke particularly tight unless you’re using the 220 on wildfowl then keep it wide. Surprisingly effective for what appear to be nothing more than short parallel section tubes, you can happily blat 3” magnum steel and non-toxic loads through all but the Full.
Similarly with 28½” barrels and a well distributed weight t of 7lb 4oz, the 220 sits comfortably between the hands. The 7-11mm live pigeon style engineer finished concaved rib permits a decent view too. Drop at comb and heel of 1 5/8th and 2 ½ with a length of pull of 14¼”. Plus a reasonably pronounced degree of cast and an average trigger pull of 8½ lbs means you’ve got to both hold onto the 220 emphasising the gun’s slightly abbreviated stock dimensions.
What all this does allow for is snap shooting, this Remington being perfectly suited to unexpected shots and a gun down position. If I had to criticise it would be the wide, American-style beaver tail forend. I’ve never been a fan of these on side-by-sides, far preferring the traditional splinter design. But since the 220 has been built for the US market, it’s something I’d learn to live with if this gun were mine.” – Mark Stone, Gun Mart, www.gunmart.net