Like having a group of angry people read you three books at the same time through a megaphone, only more hypnotic...More on
The obvious comparison is with the Wu-Tang Clan, the barrage of voices skittering over rattling, skittish backing tracks, colliding and bouncing off the insides of these musical padded cells. The rappers - Juice Aleem, Ebu and Lord Redeem - seem to be able to adopt different styles at will, adding to the confusion, voices intermeshing at light-speed. Stray fragments of lyrics stick out of the aggregate, spiking anyone who handles it carelessly: [I]"Sit still and see insects talking/Robotic controls/A pale horseman walking on the roof/Of this vocal booth"... "I'll hang you from the Rotunda/Mic style's bangin' like thunder/Ka-boom!"... "Zim zimma, who's got the money for my travelcard?"[/I]
It's like having a group of angry people read you three books at the same time through a megaphone, only more hypnotic and probably less focused.
An intense, if bewildering, experience.
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