producers: osinaka

guests: big v, nds

And the beat bounces and flows like a butterfly over a field of spring flowers. A little stream, hidden in the back of a forest, water drops over rough stones. Freshness. Metaphorical beauty. That's how the piano of "It Began As..." sounds like. Melodic. Childlike innocent. And Muphin talks to us about his love, "now it's number one on my list, it began as fun, I never knew it's gonna be like this". And you know what he's talking about. Unfortunately we have to leave that piano behind, but Osinaka, the producer, does not disappoint us with "Liquor Intake / Hungover State". A little guitar and some dropping keyboard sounds, reflect the irony and pain of Muphin rhymes, talking about everything concerning alcohol.

Oh, and then a piano returns on "Simple Plan". The echo sound effect is very dope too, the drum....a little too hard. On "Simple Plan" the emcee exposes his thoughts coming up when thinking of his parents. Honest. And then the album slips a little with "Forceful". Interesting drum patterns, and a dramatic, climaxing structure, can't save it to fall short of the earlier captured dopeness. But that is reached again on "Fresh Out The Bakery" that features Big V. Again the beat comes mucho correct, managing to pull all elements in a complementary way together, while Muphin is still surprisingly open, and really expresses himself onto this album, just like the album title had us expecting. This, his coming to term with so many thoughts that are captured inside of him, have to be treated with respect, and deserve props. His lyrical vulnerability continues on "Confused". Blessing. Beat wise schizophrenic, but not necessarily pleasing.

"Mental Explosion" can be considered the party cut on this album. And that this is not the field for Muphin can be heard in the struggle to combine his melancholy rhyme style, with these funky guitar sounds, and the interestingly put together drum patterns. "Drift" pulls the contains together again, with strings and a story of lyrical pain. The sadness reaches it's near suicide state on "React On Love". This track again is very phat, although all these casual slang terms are ignorant in the face of such raw emotion and despair. This makes your walls cry. This makes you cry. But there's a small light of hope. Expressed through the musical hug of "Pour More" feat. NDS. Dramatic and like the devil sneaking up behind you and having you insanely turn around your own axes, "Fallen Angels" is the nightmare. The chorus of "Pale Mood" gets used to overkill, but it just shows the true desire that lies behind these words. On this track, the hard drum actually works with the other components, like dope whining strings. "Unsatisfactory" is just about the opposite but "Job To Job" again pulls together elements, that just like oil and water don't seem to mix. But there's still the bluesy "Booger Stew" and the concluding "...And Now It's All Over".

Now, this review can't do justice to the lyrical diary. Lyrics that are clearly expressed and spoken with the broadest Australian (yes, this cat's from Australia) accent, that will have you smile the first few lines, but as soon as the content has taken you in, you will forget about that 'cuteness'. And so with only having scratched the surface of this album, there still is not really anything to be added to this. So let's not try.