eMusic Review
It can be hard to listen to the ramshackle collage-beat debris on this Cincinnati-raised Anticon member's first full-length for the label and come away calling it hip-hop. What it more immediately resembles is the product of an MPC2000 sampler/sequencer rescued from a Goodwill and fed a steady diet of thrift shop ephemera by the Krylon-stained junk-culture reincarnation of Spike Jones. But there are recognizable shreds of familiar hip-hop style across the record's 25 untitled tracks — Roland 808 drum machines, looped drum breaks, reoccurring stabs at block party beats — it's just in a context of fascinating weirdness and distorted ghostliness.