| It's not often that an album comes along that leaves me speechless, one that makes a review nigh impossible. Sometimes, it's because the album is absolutely horrendous. Other, rarer, times come about when an album is absolutely amazing and so very different from what you'd expect from its genre that you're literally at a loss for words. Coming up with a direction to take a review is a much more difficult endeavor than anyone gives it credit. In Busdriver's case, I thought the review of his new album, Fear of a Black Tangent, would steer itself. I mean, come on, we have an astounding emcee here behind the wheel. He weaves in and out of traffic easily, doing a subtle, beautiful dance between the quick witticisms, scathing social commentaries, and upbeat tempos that try to hold him back, veering in and out like a man possessed, one with the possession of years of experience behind the wheel. He finally rolls gently to a stop just over fifty-two minutes later, well ahead of the morning rush, the pack on his tail at the beginning left far behind, buried in dust. Yet I remain stumped. Seriously, this album is so good, the review should have written itself. Oh well, I guess I'll just apologize (Sorry) and leave you with this quote that is taken out of context, stolen from the song "Reheated Pop!" which can be found on this very album: "Buy this record." - Decoy |
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