“Puppies pushing sniffles?” I’m not sure what it means, but I love this album. Dark and dense, but also bumping and artistic. This kind of record makes that Cash Money and other Southern crap sound like a fifth grade school project. This is what hip-hop sounds like when people give a shit about creating something interesting, challenging and just plain good. This guy goes so far as to get John Darnielle from The Mountain Goats to appear on one track, cementing himself as a backpack champ. There is a sinister edge to his album, which goes right into the cynical thing that us old white folks like so much in our urban music.
