Computer Cooties

Opening with perhaps Driver's worst track was a choice, I suppose. The wonk grows weary here, the Electronic influence infused overtakes entirely and too often sublimates Busdriver. It's redeemed only, if at all, by Driver's writing, which remains superb, and his flow, which has always been dope. It calls to mind some of the indietronic outfits put on doseone; no wonder Driver thought he was a biter initially.