"However legitimate the trio's outrage may have been, it failed to channel anger into effective art. De La Soul Is Dead took a bulldozer to the debut's glorious garden. De La Soul's lightness of touch was muscled aside in favor of churlish criticism of hip-hop's new turn toward vulgarity, which for the trio was a kind of minstrelsy. But instead of flowing above the fray, De La Soul fell into the petty snipery of the scene—the big dis, the character assassination. 3 Feet High's Day-Glo grin had twisted into a dyspeptic scowl. The group had given up the high ground, ceded the terms of the debate to its rivals. It was Dre and Snoop's world now, and De La Soul had sunk into it."
Marc Weingarten at The Atlantic discusses Marcus J. Moore's book about De La Soul, High and Rising.