| Faced with the residue of post-9/11 sensitivity and the media's endless loop of jingoist rah-rahing, even the loudest voices of Dubya dissent in America tend to be a little cautious. Your buddies extolled the virtues of Fahrenheit 9/11, but only by tempering their accolades with the caveat: "Yeah, well, Moore does skew the facts now and then." Well, Gawd Bless the Faceless Cowards ain't cautious about shit in its freewheeling post-hip-hop Bushbashing. Here Bush sucks, Saddam sucks, the biblical prophecies are true, aliens have landed and this CD is just "another artifact for the Atlantians on planet Alien Ant Farm." Like the Last Poets fueled on David Icke books (you know, the guy who says the world is run by an Illuminati of shape-shifting lizards), California's crazin' Circus runs through woozy anti-government word splatters that touch on the obvious to the ludicrous. Whether his X-Files-addled conspiracy raps are intended as gospel, metaphor or joke is unknown... and beside the point. His art and politics involve info overload and swimming in streams-of-consciousness, so trip on the lyrics, follow his disjointed speak-rap or get lost in the gleefully aimless hip-hop/electronica beats of Andre Afram Asmar. The dizzying collage of truth and fiction, beats and noise leaves the listener pretty confused and conflicted-thus representing the true sensation of anti-Bush sentiment better than any other anti-Bush record this year. - CMJ |
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