4.5/5 Busdriver's never sounded so effortless. His barely-sequitur rhymes just burble up, like heat from geothermal vents, like sunrise crossing clouds. And the production similarly wandering, understatedly strange. Nothing rushed. None of the overt zaniness of Temporary Forever, no forced pivots.
Was a double album the secret? It's such an obvious fit for this kind of eccentric and prolific.
You can feel Regan Farquhar in here for the first time maybe, if only in fragments. First person rhymes gone mirror ball.
A true rap odyssey, climaxing in a glorious Daedelus reuinion on Exploding Slowly, the euphoria of Pull the Sky Closer. But even then, we end in subtle dissonance, and it all echoes.
It works as an album, a sprawling hip hop Mellon Collie, an opus decades in the making.
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