A very short but very sweet review of this long and of course, bitter album (It’s yer man Aesop after all!) What can I say? – Well – This is an awesome album, full stop. It grooves, it swings, it’s rough, it’s smooth, it bites and it tickles your funny bone – Who can hold a candle to this guy really? Clearly more work has gone into the backing than on yer average hip hop record and if you stripped away Mr Rock, you’d still have an engaging record.
The opening glam rock build up of Keep off the Lawn soon becomes a edgy funk beat, with squelching keyboards/guitars spiralling around death tinged poetry. Title track none shall pass is a sort of disco meets DJ Sammi, Aesop’s voice making the experience like being surrounded a mad swarm of bees playing a Royksopp record slightly too fast. Which is, let me tell you, a very good thing.
Bring Back Pluto is tinged with a Buck 65 vibe, slide guitar and loose basslines, Citronella feels like Jazz played by men in wierd Art Rock Masks – I could go on about the different tracks, but for the sake of brevity, let me say that it’s a smooth jorney on a nightmare train, tracks and influences segueing together with seamless authority – As for the lyrics, yer man is on form as usual, but in a more observant manner – Less deconstruction of the self, more songs about places and other people and lots of yer normal insane visual eloquence. “Artificial Einstein, rising out the tenement”
It’s bleak smoke tinged grin to the future, a paen to some kind of science fiction near past, it’s psychobabble that bubbles under your skin. It’s fuckin awesome!!!
In short, just buy it
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