Every time I listen to this disc, I feel like I'm listening to a movie. The music is sweeping and atmospheric, shifting from mood to mood. Then the beats enter these atmospheres, marrying into them like co-dependent fiancťes. Now your headís bobbing to a swirling, sonic, cinematic landscape. And youíre confused: this could be on the radio, couldn't it? Or is it too underground? You canít figure it out.
Maybe the emcees can help you decide. Governor Auto Funkstar, Juan Hooks, and Cousin (with frequent appearances from Animosity) seem to possess a versatility similar to their producer, Jethro-- you canít figure out if these dudes are on a Clear Channel playlist, or relegated to your college radio station. They have skills, no doubt about it, and switch up their delivery to match the mood of each song. But how can they bounce from straight-up fun ("Bring Me The Pussy", "32 Ravers And Then Some") to no bullshit seriousness ("The Gangster", and the chilling "Mob Music") without making the album sound off balance?
Thatís exactly why I canít stop listening to this. Itís got all the uninhibited creative freedom typically found in underground hip-hop, without all the pretentious, artsy, "weird for weird's sake" bullshit I canít stand. It also has the addictive catchiness of every single Kanye West copycat clogging up your radio waves, without the lack of substance that most hit-makers suffer from.
And itís from Iowa. After becoming addicted to Tack Fu last month, and hearing this this month, Iím keeping my eye on that state. Thereís something going on there that the world needs to be paying attention to. Chalk another one up for the Midwest.
If you want to hear some interesting, quality hip-hop, do yourself a favor and pick up this record.