This is the coolest lame rap album you've ever heard. Straight out of 80's electro futurism, the beats are pure casiotone boom bap, the raps slipping into oversimple nursery rhyme end-of-line-ism on the regular, the subject matter the most basic brand of golden age bluster. And yet it's just got that something special to it, just enough bent angles, funky breaks, and surprise entrances to keep it fresh.
Also, add another landmark on my journey to accidentally discover all the samples from Where It's At in their natural habitat (this time the central "two turntables and a microphone hook"). Fun shit 3.5/5
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