Vanilla Ice's reputation had already been shredded by the time this live CD was issued. It really wouldn't have mattered that he had invented an identity (standard operating procedure on the hip-hop circuit) if he had the skills, but Vanilla Ice proved himself amazingly bad beyond even the most militant hip-hopper's dreams. Nobody expected stunning insights, compelling raps or brilliant rhymes, but they at least expected his live show to be funny. Instead, it was just sad.