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Indelibly outsized themes sear themselves into your brain... He’s an unabashed crafter of bangers - Pitchfork / Most mature and focused and release to date - Turntable Lab / Heavy doses of gritty electro-funk that are bound to get heads nodding - Remix / Will keep you going back for more - Pop Matters |
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Eliot Lipp used to sell URB editor Joshua Glazer's used CDs and music paraphernalia on eBay. I ain't no snitch; but it's true and it needed to get out. Like the rain in a cloud. Because much of Lipp's first record, Tacoma Mockingbird, was about "pouring," from his rain-drenched days in the Pacific Northwest to lack of moisture in his desert-bare moments of Los Angeles...but The Outside? The dude is currently located in Brooklyn and his new shit seems to take on the sunny disposition of the snow-less land he left behind. The opening plucks on "The Area" eventually fill out into squelchy bliss, while the angry violence of a drum machine tap-tap-tapped into existence gets quite crunchy on cuts like"Baby Tank." The title track and album opener whips along like too much tequila in a '66 Mustang on an open road, you might not be going as fast as you think, but it's still probably too fast. What is all means is like comparing her walk to hers. What it all means is like a song called "The Meaning" actually meaning something. - URB |