This man and his trip have been called experimental hip-hop, and sure its hip-hop, because about fifty layers down there might've been a beat or two in the mix at one time. He's aka William Marshall, and he likes to bring the ruffest rap tracks to the chopping block, ramrodding already radical stuff through a mountain of distortion and freestyle electronic surgical deep-fry, liquefying it, somewhat putrefying it and then, strangely, finding in its original cracked aggression a comfortingly chilling beauty. This is an important record, in a way, 'cause it's about the true evolution of a previously challenging style or form, and not about the straitjacketing of same to get paid or whatever. And as you all surely realize, sometimes art can wipe the floor with commerce. - LA Weekly |