C.A.R. is an excellent, devastating record, a chronicle of the amiable pessimism and occasional nihilism of a rapping Bukowski who can't seem to find a way out of the condition in which he finds himself.
Serengeti and friends definitely aren't scared to crowd your ears with every sound under the sun and moon, that thankfully doesn't result in the trainwreck you're probably imagining right now now.
There’s a positive, loose, and improvised feeling that runs throughout, but altogether, C.A.R. can feel a little unfinished in parts.