Computer Cooties
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Cosmic Cleavage
Parts
of this album sound like a Little Rascals soundtrack
on acid. And then there’s like this weird jazzy Freestyle
Fellowship thing that he does in which his voice kind of
imitates a jazz trumpet. And I’m not really liking it too much.
His lyrics are still awesome, but the delivery really grinds
on you after a few songs of the up and down bebop crap. |
Fear of a Black Tangent
I just can't get enough of this goofy-ass
album. Maybe it's the Cali vibe, or the clever word play. Shit,
the guy uses "LOL" in the first song--nerdy AOL-centric
banter that makes me cringe and laugh at the same time. I know
only college-educated whiteboys like myself listen to this semi-intellectual,
self-aware hip-hop stuff, but maybe there's something to it.
Maybe it's guys like Busdriver--a man who knows and accepts
his off-genre audience--that brings that sense of deep-irony
and humor to his music that all that new-generation, fake emo
crap (see AFI, Taking Back
Sunday and Dashboard
Confessional) is completely missing. Sure, it's weird, and
the guy could give a shit about jewels and rims, but I'd rather
hear about Unemployed Black Astronauts any day. If you want
witty and just a bit bizarre, pick this thing up before some
other assface calls you a granola, backpack wannabe. |
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