Float

I'm twice-born — once in seven-something / Once as the resurrection of honorable function

Aesop Rock has a penchant for flashing graffiti'd pendants draped from sleeves underneath overcoat sartorials. Sardonic as ever, this album is an attack on that sordid contentedness dripping from every crowd. There is no more acrid a word in the English language than 'content'. He accretes discomforts and spits them back with benevolence; this hurts him more than it hurts you! You've probably got it all figured out. He can't decipher the half.